About the book: year / At the mention of legendary dragons, supposedly four or five times larger than the oldest banthas, several patrons of the tiny tavern the remote outpost became silent. Most of them dismissed the Mon Calamari's statement, muttering that he was drunk or had sunstroke - or both. But some people pricked up their ears, as the two in raincoats did at the end of the cantina. As soon as she heard the word "krait", Dusk Mistflyer opened her desert robe,...