chapter seven
Gritch’s Jig
Remembrance of his father’s words were embedded in his mind like runes carved onto stone, especially active near Gritch. The old man had discussed their terribleness at great lengths. “Goblins ill-equipped to lie, die. The most seemingly trustworthy are always the most deceptive. Understand this, and you might stand a chance of figuring out which one is lying the most.” Drake remembered the intensity in his father’s eyes, the way his hands had clenched into tightening fists whenever the evil creatures were discussed.
“Every one of them lies,” and the next words invoked deep fear he felt all the way into the present, “especially true of the seemingly good-natured or weak. The only ones that wish you to see them as weak or good are trying to get in where other
