The dragon laid its front paws on either side of the Book.

The golden dragon now lay under a towering oak tree, deep in an ancient forest.

Before he had finished the last word, the dragon laid his head down again.

Dravothrak's chest rose and fell once more, then the green dragon lay still.

The dragon lay on the ground, the head still connected to the blazing body by a long wicker neck.

Above him the sleeping dragon lay, a dire menace even in his sleep.

The dragon went to the largest pile of books and lay back against them, drawing his tail around in front.

The dragons laid it in front of Kazul and backed away.

The dragon lay still, like a shining mound of obsidian knives.

Before her the dragon lay like a dropped garment of black silk, held to shape only by its bonings.