![]() ![]() When he was a little kid, he’d had a firm belief in universally observed monster rules. ![]() He couldn’t help imagining the long, bony fingers of the trees scraping against the glass. “A sudden gust of wind made the branches outside shake and jitter. ![]() ![]() He was thirsty, too, something that happened a lot in books, but his dry throat bothered him more than it had ever seemed to bother any character.Īnd, unlike in books where random brigands and monsters jumped out just when things got unbearably dull, there was nothing to fight except for the clouds of gnats, several of which Zach was pretty sure he'd accidentally swallowed.” But despite all that precedent for going without, he was pretty sure his nose would be lobster-red the next time he looked in the mirror. When he put together his bunch of provisions, he never thought about bringing sunblock. He hadn't thought about how hot the sun would be either. First he'd pictured himself with a loyal steed that would have done most of the walking, so he hadn't anticipated the blister forming on his left heel or the tiny pebble that seemed to have worked its way under his sock, so that even when he stripped off his sneaker he couldn't find it. Zach thought back to all the fantasy books he'd read where a team of questers traveled overland, and realized a few things. ![]()
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