“I
could bury you headfirst in the sand so far you’d be standing on an upside-down
mountaintop.”
“I
could use that pointy tail of yours to spin you around until you took off,”
Aahz said.
“You try it, you sawed-off excrescence.”
“Overgrown faun,” Aahz leered.
“Where’s your panpipes?”
“Heap of rotting scales.
Dung-eater!”
“That’s no way to talk about your mother’s cooking!”
(from Myth-Fits by Jody Lynn Nye)
7½*/10. The complete review is here.
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