“Which is why it wouldn’t go through the Madlands.” “What are the Madlands?” asked Rebekah. “And am I going to hate the answer?” “It’s the area of the Sea controlled by the madkind,” I said. “I do hate that answer. Anyone care to tell me who the madkind are?” “They’re the four-oh-fours that never stopped ticking,” said Doc. “No one else will take them, so they all ended up together. They’re just nuts. Paranoid, aggressive, armed to the teeth. They’d sooner cut you down than reason with you. Brittle’s right. We can’t go through there.”
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