CHAPTER 27Sam sat on a mound of dirt next to a deep hole in the ground, the edges of which were strafed with the claw marks he’d made climbing out. He glared at the single cinderfly bobbing and weaving aimlessly over the depressions in the dirt.
When the rest of the group, led by Ginger, appeared out of the fog, he said to his sister, “Tell me that you didn’t do that on purpose.” He nodded toward the glowing insect.
“It didn’t occur to me that the terrain would be that big of an issue. On the other hand, I should have anticipated that you’d plunge into the unknown without concern for the consequences,” Mara said.
“Can you at least tell your bugs not to lead us into every hole and ditch along the way?” he asked.
Mara held out her hand to help him stand, then moved him aside to allow Gin
