When Dragons Are Outlawed, Only Outlaws Will Have Dragons — Stephen D. Sullivan

Fire exploded right in front of Holly as the Shellpoint Inn went up in a flash. The young veterinarian raised her cloak to protect her face and quickly ducked into the alley at her back. The flames roared past, but the intense heat still scorched her exposed skin; the acrid tang of her frizzing hair filled the winter morning air. The small dragon perched on Holly’s shoulder cooed; it loved fire.