The giant oak tree of the tiny islet towered above their heads, a menacing shadow in the twilight. “He must have overwhelmed her,” Farsa said, as if from far away. Moon-chaser’s shaggy silhouette giggled like some cross between a hyena and an academy girl. “That’s what happened to you the first t...
He grumbled in the cell’s wet darkness, “For someone who took such trouble to get us here, Psydonu doesn’t seem in any hurry to see us!” “A sign of fear,” his father said. “Psydonu delays the inevitable.” “He may not think we’re such a priority now that he has us.” “I don’t think so. He wouldn’t ...