As the Crow Flies: An Epic Fantasy Adventure, page 49
“About five minutes.” My sigh lifted the hair across my forehead, and Not-An-Egg looked at me again, stretching his nose up to sniff at my jaw. I pushed him and his fishy-smelling breath gently away. “He’s going to get too big to hide. Sooner rather than later at the rate things are going.”
“Then we’d best get to work hunting those demons.”
I knew I wasn’t a wizard when my scathing look didn’t immediately turn Tanris to ashes, but rather produced a curious noise I realized was laughter.
Druid. I might come to like the sound of that...
— THE END —
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