“And you spoke to a human?”
Tal listened for any trace of
disapproval in that, but he came up empty.
Torg only sounded curious, maybe even too curious. Consorting with humans had been forbidden
since the ashes settled on the Final War.
They weren’t even supposed to exist, and he’d announced himself like a
fool to the old hag. “She mostly spoke
at me.”
“What was she like?”
“Wrinkled.”
(from Horded by Frances Pauli)
7*/10. The
complete review is here.
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