“It’s a tarasque. It comes from the south of France, grows to an enormous size, and it’s supposed to breathe fire.” Also according to the legends, a tarasque was a dragon. These guys looked more like cats who’d somehow sprouted rhino-like armor, but who was I to complain? “How did the French kill it?” Derek asked. “They sent a Christian virgin out, and she bound it with her hair and led it back into the city, where the citizens slaughtered it. We don’t have a virgin handy.” “No shit,” Desandra said. The central monster bared her teeth. They were thick, sharp, and crooked. “Quick, Derek, it’s
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