CHAPTER TWENTY
I’m standing on a calm black ocean with magma skies above. In the distance, two creatures ride toward me astride some other kind of creatures, hooting out horrific battle cries as they come.
Something snakes from my wrist to the ground and grows into a furry unicorn.
“We’d better get out of here,” I tell my new steed. “Whatever those things are, they don’t sound friendly.”
The unicorn snorts, and as soon as I clasp his neck, he gallops away so fast his hooves barely touch the water.
The battle cries, if that’s what they are, draw closer behind us. They’re terrifying. I imagine that’s how pucks’ teeth must sound scraping the bones of their victims. Still, for some reason, I can’t shake the feeling that there’s a message embedded in those ugly shrieks, just in a language
