Crowden waved a hand at Grype. ‘Take the creature back to its cell.’ ‘I wonder if I might stay,’ the librarian squeaked. ‘Perhaps I can be of service.’ ‘Mother Inglethorpe will render me any service I deem necessary. Now hurry along.’ Grype flushed red. ‘But I have earned my place here. My discov...
Squinting through the rain, he saw that the white-faced stranger had stopped at a point midway between their camp and the meadow edge. The figure stooped down onto its haunches. Its hands were busy, but Jake was too far away to see what it was doing.He marched on.A lisping cry, carried by the gal...