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The bridge of ships could hardly bear the giant’s weight. Crunching, cracking and sinking followed each of its long strides, with the monster often submerged down to its waist or lower before it scrambled out on the wreckage. The strand didn’t function well underwater, and Evie was sure a beast this heavy would be unable to swim. As she clung desperately to the thing’s shoulder, it occurred to her more than a few times that her trip to save Hunter might end much sooner than she had anticipated.
Even with the monster’s great leaps and strides, they made slow progress across the wide river. As they neared the far shore, the strand covering the bridge whipped out and grabbed the giant by the ankles, forcing it to stop and rip itself free. Evie could do little more than cling tighter, duc
