“I
want you to take a team of men with rifles and search the whole forest,” she
said.
“Um, right.” Dieter sounded
confused. “Sorry, did you say rifles?”
“Rifles. Rhymes with
‘stifles’. I want you to search every
square centimetre, and if you find a unicorn, or a white horse with a horn sticking
out of its head, I want it shot and brought to me immediately. You got that?”
“Sure,”
Dieter replied, making a note.
“Unicorns. What if we don’t find
any?”
“Keep looking till you do.”
(from Blonde
Bombshell by Tom Holt)
8*/10. The complete review is here.
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