‘You’d have thought they might get along.’ ‘Then you obviously didn’t have any!’ snorted Snacksize. Tuuran paused from picking his nose and held up a hand, signalling them to stop. The Silver King’s Ways ran like a labyrinth under the Silver City, around white stone that glowed like moonlight, criss-crossing at different levels with countless side passages, dead-end spurs and the occasional underground hall. Not too hard if you kept to the easy bits from one place to another, but in parts a maze of whirls and twirls and intricate spirals that didn’t even go anywhere. Impossible to search, and Tuuran couldn’t help wondering what the point was. Was a bit like calligraphy, and every bit as pointless. Worthless, like shitting on a dead man. ‘You have brothers or sisters, boss?’ asked Snacksize. A few yards ahead of them a smaller passage merged in from the side. ‘Sort of.’ Tuuran crept to the intersection and peered round the corner, gold-glass shield raised, lightning thrower at the ready.
