NOGARD 8: Everybody Needs a Friend

Cliven ran frantically through the streets. Where had Nogard gone?

If I were a baby zombie dragon, he asked himself, where would I go?

Before he could answer, he heard a whoosh, a shriek, and a giggle.

Nogard flew by overhead, trailing flames, carrying a pudgy six-year-old in a tiara.

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