“But if we need to move people in a direction, we can send them that way and be pretty sure that the frogs are going to be real slow to chase them.” Vadderung looked up at me sharply. A small, grim smile hit his face for an instant and was gone. “The frogs?” “Fomor, whatever,” I said. “I mean, we can stop being diplomatic with these assholes now, right?” The other men at the table huffed out low, nervous laughs. “Frogs,” Ebenezar agreed. “Frogs,” echoed the Erlking. Vadderung’s eye gleamed.
