Little dragons: Usually have some sort of power (i.e. healing, direction, fixing things, memories, laughing)... the size of kittens

Dragon life / by Matt Doeden

How to raise and keep a dragon/ by John Topsell (A really great one)

A practical guide to dragon riding / [text by Lisa Trutkoff Trumbauer ;

Bringing up baby dragons : a guide for beginners By Dugald Steer

Dr. Ernest Drake's Dragonology : the complete book of dragons
By Ernest Drake. (AWESOME)

Dragonology : field guide to dragons / By Ernest Drake

Dr. Ernest Drake's Dragonology handbook : a practical course in dragons

I jolt back in surprise as I see a scaly face looking up at me. With a hiss it jumps back about a foot and watches my warily. It is a baby dragon, the color of sand. Like a puzzle it drops into place. It hatched out of my stone!
I study it carefully and it meets my eyes with two flickering blue ones. It arches its long, graceful neck and slightly extends two cream yellow wings. It shuffles forward, still looking me in the eyes. I reach out to touch it, but frills of scaly skin, attached to it's horns, and sides of its face, rise up. The two ivory colored horns catch the light as it shakes its head back and forth. Its eyes turn two shades darker and it lets out a little rumble of a growl. Even if it is a dragon, it's hard to be scared of a creature the size of a cat. The corners of my mouth turn up in a smile.
I whisper in what I hope is a soothing tone, "Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you."
It comes closer and looks up at me with its head tilted to the side like a dog. I again reach out to touch it. Its eyes seem to flicker from light blue to dark and back again to light. My hand rests it's head.

The lithe female dragon steps out directly from behind Francesca. She fans out her deep purple wings and blinks at me. Her sapphire colored scales catch the light as she tilts her head and looks at me with green eyes. She is slightly smaller than Kri, and looks more delicate. She is gorgeous.

A force slips around my body, rolling me over to my back. A stocky male dragon stands over me, golden eyes startlingly dark. It's Jared's dragon. What does he think he's doing?
“Hey you shouldn't -”
Air is knock out of me as he leaps onto my chest. He rumbles out in a deep harsh voice that sounds funny coming from his small frame, “Where is he?”
“If you'll just let me up, I'll take you to him.”
He studies me, his dark orange scales glistening in the light. His eyes turn frighteningly dark and his neck frill rises up, “I heard you threatening my rider from within my egg. Call him now, or I will kill you.” I gasp as the force around my body tightens sharply, then releases.

She is smaller than Saphieka was when she first hatched. Her amber eyes laugh, and she dips her head modestly. Her sleek body is a deep orangish red, in striking contrast to her pale orange wings.

Audrey gasps and I jerk out of my thoughts. The whole scene seems to pause. Across the clearing, a small dragon stumbles out of the undergrowth, his gray eyes glazed. His black-blue wings, in sharp contrast to his golden scales, are dragging.
In an instant I am up and running towards him, Alana and Audrey behind me. I stop quickly, not wanting to scare him, but the only sign he has noticed me is the flash in his eyes. As I kneel down, he raises his frill and growls weakly. He sways back and forth on small legs, one of them twisted awkwardly to his narrow chest.
Alana and Audrey pull up behind me, one silent, the other shifting. Leaning forward, I ask, “Where is your rider?”
Dark pain flashes through his eyes. Pain so deep it cuts through his gray eyes in rippling, jagged shades. His low voice whispers, “I have no rider.” Folding his legs, he lays down and tucks his head under one wing. His whole body quivers as he draws his wings tightly to his small body.