RAGNAROK EXCERPT

Bohdi turns and shouts. “It’s me and Amy, Thor! Don’t shoot us!”

Amy hears Valli mutter. “Damn, I was hoping I was going to get to finally shoot something.” She rubs her ears. How can she hear him mutter if she can’t see him? Something tickles her leg, and she looks down to see a root creeping up inside her pant leg—in her haste to get ready she hadn’t tucked it in. “Pervert root,” she grumbles, jerking her leg away. And then Bohdi shoots the tiny tentacle, quickly pulverizing it, and sending little bits of rock and rubble flying. Squeakers squeals in terror, Amy jumps back, and as soon as Bohdi is done, Nari shouts, “Don’t shoot us!”

Rubbing the back of his neck, Bohdi stares at the remains of the root. “I may have over reacted there.”