" the forest well. “You’ll get there much faster,” he said. Minli was a little doubtful about riding the dragon. It was one thing to climb on top of him while he was half covered by water, but now on dry land she realized how large he really was. The dragon was long, as long as the street in front of Minli’s house. If he stretched himself up on his arms and legs, he was as tall as a bird’s nest in a tree, she realized. Even now, bending down for her, he was higher than her house. But he bent his elbow for her like a step and with two hands, she boosted herself up and then climbed onto his back. The round ball on the dragon’s head was the size of a small melon, just big enough for her to wrap "

― Grace Lin , Where the Mountain Meets the Moon