In the highlands which they passed trees were not lacking, but with the exception of dragon-trees and acacias standing alone they stood in clusters, forming small groves.
"In Desert and Wilderness"
Henryk Sienkiewicz
The horse slowed down to a walk, his breath drifting back from his nostrils like smoke from a dragon.
"I Walked in Arden"
Jack Crawford
Now, as Stephen and all the sensible world knew, this was nonsense- It was also, in some still stranger way, a fight against London itself-not London, a place of streets and houses, of Oxford Street and Piccadilly Circus but London, an animal-a kind of dragon as far as Stephen could make it out with scales and a tail- Now what was one to make of this except that the boy's head was being turned and that he ought to see a doctor.
"Fortitude"
Hugh Walpole