“It’s a boring story, and I can’t be bothered to listen to you,” Dragon said to the knight who had ventured into the forest. “I believe you’re lying. You can’t fool me, and besides,” she licked her lips, “it’s been ages since I last ate a cooked knight. The last time was when...”

Indeed, now it keeps silent. I have no idea what to say about the word, except I can't stand it if it refers to unnoticed writers like "hidden gem". As if anyone cares if there are hidden gems here or anywhere, the last ones are teachers, you can't imagine how happy I will be if I can finally close the book called: school, and leave all the misery that it brings upon me and my family behind. I don't dare to think about how many years I wasted spent being there, waiting, showing up, trying to speak to someone, begging, getting angry, fighting for the right of my children—such a waste of time and energy. Is it strange that I wonder if AI makes a better teacher (it won't if it comes to the info I saw thus far saw. It makes up answers, jumps into conclusions and lies (at least that is what it would do if it were a human).

"We’d like to come and visit," said the friends, but Dragon wasn’t keen. "Sorry, but I’ve other things to do." The forest looked rather desolate after the fire, and she wanted to travel to check on Wuk and her belongings. What she hadn’t told anyone was that she owned a collection of castles—all gathered in the same place. She loved the architecture and the gems hidden in the cellars, vaults, and treasure chambers in every castle she possessed. She had no intention of sharing them with the other dragons, who had no appreciation for such things and always tried to take credit for what she had discovered or invented.

SparkBack in the forest, the atmosphere had changed. Dragon unfurled her wings and cast a shadow on Wolf, who stood there panting and growling with his hackles raised."Concentrate," Dragon said, her tail flicking excitedly. "Fire isn't just in the claws or the fangs—it's in the blood. And yours has it, although I admit it's strange."

Sometimes it takes a little longer, but... There he is. The writer who jumps in flawlessly, feels, writes along and no hte18:00All day I’ve been sleeping with Devil beside me—at least, I think so. The kitchen door is no longer locked, the neighbours have gone quiet, and after the police’s last raid, it’s just like it used to be. No one gives a damn about me. The last empty bottle lies next to me, and I can’t remember picking it up. I’m struggling to wake up, and my head is pounding like mad. It feels like a thousand and one voices are shouting over each other. I’m exhausted.

If you click the next link, you will find 28 synonyms for this expression I can't help thinking that what I read doesn't mean the same. 'Pushing her out' is not the same as 'free her' or is it me "complaining" over the meaning of a word? "Her" seems to be what those 28 have in common.