And so it is, Zara sees them, like little book obsessed fighter jets flying in formation In Nashville. Each bookwyrm goes to a memorial park to enter the mausoleum and pay their respects. Bookwyrms ARE Dragons, they bow to almost no one. But here? Here they bow. For few dragons have ever built up such a hoard, such a trove! And then... then SPREAD IT, like Seeds everywhere! The Dreamers born from this effort are legion, the glamour trailing about the globe. For her, for HER, the Bookwyrms bow.