Dishonour Among Thieves. Paul Durham

      “Much older,” Abby clarified.

      Shady licked his lips at the sight of the little creature.

      “No, no, Shady,” Lottie said crossly, shaking a finger. “Mice good. Newtie – no eat him.”

      “Where did you find such a handsome dragon?” Rye said, looking at their mother and playing along. She had to admit, she’d never seen a lizard quite like this one in the bogs. He seemed to glisten in the light and had folds of skin, like fins, under each of his front legs.