“What the fuck was that thing?” Nesta glanced to the shadows behind Bryce, as if someone stood there. But she said, “A Middengard Wyrm.” “Middengard?” Bryce started at the word. “Like—Midgard? Did they come from my world originally?” Horrific as the creature was, to have another being from her world here was … oddly comforting. And maybe finding a scrap of comfort in that fact proved how fucking desperate she was. “I don’t know,” Nesta said. “Are they common around here?” If they were, no wonder the Fae had bailed on this world.
SARAH WHAT YOU NAMED MIDGARD AFTER THE FUCKING WORM!!!?????
