“Dravidian! I love you!”
He scanned the crowd desperately, his arrogance falling away like old shackles. Where was she?
At this time there came another sound, just a whisper among the bigger roar, yet seeming to him to ring a significant note. It was a moist, threshing, yet somehow dry sound, like wet boots running through bramble, and it seemed to be coming from right in front of him, from where the fat man stood with Rosethorn in his grip.
It seemed to be coming from Rosethorn herself.
XV | Rosethorn
He refocused on Blotto just as the smile faded from the man’s lips and his mouth drew tightly closed, as if he were desperately trying to stifle a belch. His eyes shown suddenly wide and intense, yet their expression had not changed so much as become frozen in stasis. His shapeless bod
