“A forty-foot worm?” Will muttered to Jem as they moved through the Italian garden, their boots—thanks to a pair of Soundless runes—making no noise on the gravel. “Think of the size of the fish we could catch.” Jem’s lips twitched. “It’s not funny, you know.” “It is a bit.” “You cannot reduce the situation to worm jokes, Will. This is Gabriel and Gideon’s father we’re discussing.” “We’re not just discussing him; we’re chasing him through an ornamental sculpture garden because he’s turned into a worm.” “A demonic worm,” said Jem, pausing to peer cautiously around a hedgerow. “A great serpent.
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