The Straw King (Dorothy Must Die Novella) - Plot & Excerpts
He knew that promise, like most of the things she’d said, was a lie. Or the truth presented in a way to get what she wanted. One of the things that she’d told him turned out to be more true than all the rest. It didn’t matter how much information he crammed into his brain, it was about how well his brain worked. And Glinda’s brain had just outsmarted his by a mile. If only he could find a way to make his own run faster, smoother better. Smarter . . . A crow landed on his shoulder just then. His straw did not rattle. He did not bother to shoo it away. They didn’t scare him anymore. He decided to go back to his new quarters and walk the grounds. He saw her before she saw him. She was wearing a new uniform in Ozma’s colors, and unlike some of her singing brethren, she wore a stern expression as if she were deep in thought. But when she saw him, she broke into a smile. Fiona curtsied at him in passing, as if he was still the king. The gesture struck him in its simplicity and beauty and stalled him in his tracks, like a rainbow after a storm.
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