Svarta
tugged at the mage’s sleeve and headed slowly for the door. She whispered to him while they walked. “Come, I’ll show you where the kitchen
is. I assume the Written eat?”
Farden’s eyes burnt with the after-image from the bright fire and he
rubbed at them to get rid of the dancing dots that swam through his
vision. “We do eat, yes, but only live
children.”
“Very
funny, mage,” came the reply. “Enough of
your nonsense, let’s go.”
(from The Written, by Ben Galley)
7½*/10. The full review is here.
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