Holiday dragons are a very mysterious breed. They are only seen during winter, and even then it is hard to catch a glimpse of one. They are responsible for the general cheer that spreads during the holidays. In essence, they are the “Spirits of Winter.”

Dragons are highly-intelligent reptilian creatures that—from a human perspective, at least—appear to live forever. Many different varieties of dragon exist, each with their own unique qualities, habitats, and behavior. Adolescence in dragons is usually marked by the growth of a hatchling’s wings, although not all breeds of dragons grow wings and some breeds have other traits that indicate the beginning of maturation. In Galsreim, dragons and humans coexist peacefully.

A body slammed into his, hurtling Dag'da across the cave. He picked himself up and turned to face his snarling adversary.

Rita Gawr bared her fangs in a sarcastic way that only made Dag'da hate her even more. He rushed at her and as their claws met he was thrown off once again. Yet as he lay there, chest heaving with effort (he never was much of a fighter), his heart ached more than any other wound she had given him. He remembered the way she was before, a sweet Snow Angle. His sister. He didn't know what had caused her heart to harden, for evil to overcome her. But even though he was forced to fight her mentally every night, he had a hard time finding a reason to despise her. Rita Gawr had destroyed everything Dag'da had, everything he was, and he hated her, yes. But he loved her more. And he would always love her, no matter what she did. No matter what others said. there was some good inside his sister's heart and he was determined to find it.