The Edge of Worlds (The Books of the Raksura #4)

by Martha Wells

Moon said, “You need to find another reason to hate me and we can just talk about that all the time.”

“There’s so many to choose from, I get confused.” River flicked spines in derision.

He said, “Slowing it down by throwing yourselves into its mouth? Did you think it was a picky eater?”

It couldn’t be a request for help; strange groundlings usually thought Raksura were Fell.

Moon grimaced. “I hope they’re happy after they see us.”

we wanted to get inside this place, and now . . . We have to get out.”

Jade squeezed his wrist and stood. “Bramble, remind me to thank Bone for insisting you come along.”

Not warnings, but a last message: it lies here, take care, you know our reasons ...

“I think Stone likes her,” Moon said through a yawn.

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