At a time like this it would be nice to have someone around to say something like “No! It’s too dangerous! Don’t do it!” Unfortunately, there wasn’t. She was going to commit an act of extreme bravery and no one would know if it all went wrong. That was frightening, but also . . . annoying. That was it—annoying. This place annoyed her. It was all stupid and strange. It was the same feeling she’d had when Jenny had leaped out of the river. Out of her river. And the Queen had taken her brother. Maybe it was selfish to think like that, but anger was better than fear. Fear was a damp cold mess, but
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