He does not start guiltily, as he should, but frowns in annoyance. Who are you? I slip my hand through the slit of my overskirt, and my fingers close around the hard wood of the crossbow tiller. Vengeance, I say softly.
R.L. LaFevers
Chaos reigned, and the
Chaos reigned, and the survivalists eagerly unwrapped the kidskin from their crossbows. Phase one of Opal’s plan was complete. Eoin Colfer