I just thought you should know that ‘avenge’ and ‘scavenge’ don’t rhyme, you feculent sack of shitweasels.” Somebody snorted laughter that was quickly stifled, and Fern saw Astryx’s shoulders shaking slightly as she strode toward the horses. “I’ll accept that as a stabbing,” said Breadlee. “That’s one! Onward and upward!”
