“I am Daphne Prydferthbwytawrganawyreni. PRYD-ferth, bwy-TAW-gan, are-ANY. It’s Welsh. Damned if I know how Mom got her talons on a Welsh dictionary. It’s a dragon thing, I guess. I was abandoned early on. Mom went west with a crew of migrating geese.” Until I met Daphne Longhandle, I figured dragons tended to eat whatever came along. The macaroni and cheese was a bewilderment.
--Daphne Longhandle’s Last Flight from Platterland