A review by gengelcox
Dragón by Ray Bradbury

3.0

A flash fiction story, so you can expect that there’s going to be a twist to it. A couple of knights get ready to face the fire dragon that terrorizes the valley between castles. But what kind of dragon is it really? I’m not a Bradbury fan, as I find his prose a bit more ornate than what I care for. For instance, this kind of thing: “The wind was a thousand souls dying and all time confused and in transit. It was a fog inside of a mist inside of a darkness, and this places was no man’s place and there was no year or hour at all, but only these men in a faceless emptiness of sudden frost, storm and white thunder which moved behind the great falling pane of green glass that was the lightning.” Frankly, I find that overwritten, verging on purple. But some like this kind of poesy in their prose.