XIIOK, THIS WAS WEIRD. In 24 hours, my life was now all about Fantasy being real, and monster-sized trolls hunting a pint-sized pixie with broken wings. And a wizard from somewhere else who shows up in a 3-piece suit to trap said troll. Named Glum-dun, of all things, and who is trying to kill all of us.
From where I stood, I could see the dent in the side of my tiny cabin and how it had been moved on its foundation blocks with that push last night. So now I agreed it was real. And I wasn't just imagining that tiny pixie on my shoulder, snuggled in under my bandanna. Plus that real tiny kiss I'd felt. Too cute.
"Duck and weave." Right. Like back when I was playing high school football or something. Too bad I'd never trained in martial arts. Most I'd ever gotten good at was keeping my feet
