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That evil was a nameless evil, an evil whose name was Gnag the Nameless.
The whole land of Skree was green and flat. Except for the Stony Mountains in the north, which weren’t flat at all. Nor were they green. They were rather white from all the snow,
rolling (and decidedly green) grasslands.
The Fangs walked about like humans, and in fact they looked exactly like humans, except for the greenish scales that covered their bodies and the lizard-like snout and the two long, venomous fangs that jutted downward from their snarling mouths. Also, they had tails.
A gust of wind moved the garden leaves in waves.
skinny as a rake,
“Blood was shed that you three might breathe the good air of life, and if that means you have to miss out on a zibzy game, then so be it. Part of being a man is putting others’ needs before your own.”
“there’s more to the world than just seeing it. If you can’t find peace here in Glipwood, you won’t find it anywhere.”
“Lad, it’s one thing to be poor in pocket—nothing wrong with that. But poor in heart—that’s no good. Look at them. They’re sad in the eyes, and it’s a sadness no amount of money could repair. Why, they hardly remember what it’s like to laugh from the belly anymore.”
He must have forgotten that in the mind of a boy, a warning isn’t much different from an invitation.
He could hear Podo’s raspy voice in his mind. “Part of being a man is taking much care of those you love.”
All the tears that had gathered in him just moments ago changed into words, and he began to scratch them into his journal.
“We have to return that map.”
“You have to think hard about the very thing before you, dear. Nothing else. To think too long on what might happen is a fool’s business.
Even
if hope is just a low ember at night, in the morning you can still start a fire.”
Her eyes caught the last light of the evening, glowing like
embers smoldering long into the night.
You know as well as I do that for young lads, a warning is about the same as an invitation.
Remember this: You are an Annieran. Your father is a king. You are his son. This is your land, and nothing can change that. Nothing.
