![]() ![]() “It’s the easiest way to get a dose of horn shavings directly into the wound. My peripheral vision was still blurry and pink. “Calm down, dummy,” Meg said, somewhere to my left. Stuck on the tip of its horn was a crank-handled rotary cheese grater. Its startled blue eyes, wide and unblinking, fixed on me as if I might be a tasty bag of oats. One belonged to a handsome young man with silky black hair cresting over his wide sepia forehead. Peering down at me were two unfamiliar faces. A burlap blanket prickled against my back. ![]() ![]() The smells of hay and horse manure filled my nostrils. I was lying on the ground inside some sort of wooden structure, like…ah, a stable. He opened his vast maw, slavering reptilian lips pulled over glistening teeth. As usual, you don’t understand the true stakes. If you win every battle, you will still lose the war. “The deaths you caused-the deaths you will cause-they don’t matter. I wanted to grab my bow, but my arms were paralyzed. ![]()
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