Dreadful

by Caitlin Rozakis

All the way back to his chamber, he replayed the conversation in his head, each time coming up with increasingly biting and witty rejoinders. His blood sang in his ears. A dung heap of a castle? Disgusting little monsters? Well, he knew it wasn’t a very impressive castle, and the goblins were rather disgusting, it was true, but they were his disgusting little monsters and he would be damned if he was going to let that popinjay insult them.

Gav let out a breath he hadn’t even realized he was holding.