We emerged into a hazy courtyard. The Blasted Dragon's stone exterior looked like two immense dragons curving around face to face, their outstretched wings forming a high-pitched roof. A row of blasted steps between their smoking snouts appeared to be the only way in or out. A rumbling shook the cab.
"What's that?" asked Nimet nervously.
Bertie glanced uneasily at the top of the steps.
"Wait for it," he said grimly.
A few seconds later, the dragons' mouths erupted into a fiery red blaze, completely engulfing each other's heads.
Nimet let out a little shriek.
I turned to Bertie. "That's fake, right?"
"Yeah . . . never really had the nerve to check that out."