“Give up the sword,” said Shadow, “or I will take it, and do Lastleaf the favour of killing you besides. It may be that his vision exceeds our own. The Dominion had its time, and now the Courts. Perhaps the age of fey and fell things is at hand.” “Here we go,” said Matrick, groaning as he got to his feet. Moog was already rifling through his pack. “Friggin rabbits,” he muttered. “So friggin dramatic all the time …”
