Well, now the terror shows up. Oddly enough, though, it's sort of a resigned terror.
Sure,
Aerin and Talat had gone dragon hunting before, but the sheer overwhelming difference between the dragons she's hunted (and killed) and Maur is like the difference between a candle flame and a toxic inferno made by madness.
I love Talat.
Aerin was ready to dismount hastily if Maur was too much even for Talat's courage, for he had not had the warning she had had, and at least till the night before he must have believed that they went to fight a dragon like other dragons. But he stood, feet planted, and stared back at the dragon, and Maur's red eyes opened a little wider, and it began to grin a bit, and smoke seeped out between its teeth, which were as long as Talat's legs.
All that is in the first chapter of this section. Then, if possible (hard to believe), it gets even more exciting.
The dragon is killed and ... supposedly the kingdom is saved. But Aerin is deathly ill, and she has to give attention to her dreams and leave the country in order to heal. This is so difficult to read, in a way, because part of her just wants to 'stop' and yet, part of her wants to continue on, to heal. So she and Talat leave, again, this time hopefully to heal. And that is when the infusion of magic into the story becomes so wonderful.