“Your courage is remarkable, for such insignificant creatures. But you know what they say about courage. One cannot—” “—be brave who has no fear, yakkity-yak,” said Adrian, remembering how Winston Pratt had once mocked Phobia’s favorite saying. “But do you know what they say about fear?” The hood fluttered around Phobia’s obscured face. Adrian pressed his hand into the book and pulled his drawing from the brittle pages. A narrow rod, the length of his forearm, with a flat cross at one end. It glowed like a lit ember in the darkness. His hand started to shake. “Adrian,” Nova croaked. “Is that a
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