The things you stumble upon while doing research! The old familiar children's rhyme that begins: "Sing a song of sixpence, a pocket full of rye," was actually a coded message from Blackbeard the pirate to recruit new crewmembers. I always thought that rhyme made absolutely no sense. Turns out, all you needed was the key. (Grin).
Hmmm. What a story that might make...
(Slamming down the lid on yet one more plot bunny.)
A taste of the story I'm working on now---
First draft, subject to change, please do not quote or repost elsewhere.
“My daughter,” Morion said, a catch in his voice. “She looked into the eyes of the stone dragon.”
Dara got up and moved to where she could look into that small face and stare into those blank, opaque eyes that seemed to beseech the heavens for mercy. Only with the destruction of the dragon would those eyes see again.
“She won’t remember you”, Dara told him softly. “Her life will start over for her the moment she wakes.”
“At least it will be a life,” Morion said.