The Littlest Dragon enters the story at the end of chapter one and the fact that he is so small is one of the most important aspects of this work.  It seems so often in our world that size matters.  The big and important people get all the attention but that’s not the way it should be.

I wanted to create a creature that looked vulnerable and maybe even helpless to serve as a model of who we can be, of what we can over come regardless of how small or insignificant we are perceived.  I wanted to show that we don’t need special powers to overcome difficulties that being normal is okay and if we focus on the  positive and have persistence we can succeed.

I have the utmost respect for other children’s book authors.  The Harry Potter series by J. K. Rowling is fantastic and what a success story.  The Percy Jackson and the Olympians series by Rick Riordan has made him the #1 New York Times bestselling author.  Kids and adults love these works but in the end I wanted to produce a children’s story that could not only entertain but could have long lasting effects.  A story where the hero of the story didn’t have to be a wizard like Harry Potter or like Percy Jackson, be the son of Poseidon an Olympic God.

I’ve always been intrigued with drawings and paintings of historic Chinese dragons.  One of the things that I found curious was that on occasion the dragon would hold a sphere shaped object in their front claws.  Research revealed that most scholars believed this object was the dragon’s egg out of which their offspring would emerge.

I decided to begin my story within the dragon community that was high in the mountains amid the waterfalls and cascades.  The story starts on one day in spring that the dragons designated as the birthing day.  This community is very close knit; they love merriment and festivity especially the day when all the baby dragon eggs hatch.

The celebration procession is lead from cave to cave by the Grand Wizar, who is a very friendly, out going dragon who greets new dragon parents with joy and enthusiasm.  He is the most flamboyant of the dragons in this community but he also has a reverent side, in a sense he is a celebration priest.

Once the group enters each “cave the Grand Wizar would carefully chant the egg cracking mantra, giving thanks to the universal life force, the goodness in nature, and for each new addition to the dragon community.  At the end of the chant, he would take the ceremonial scepter and strike the egg, cracking it open.  Parents and neighbors alike would marvel at the birth of each new baby dragon.”