Changeling On the Job: a Changeling Wars Novella
“I SAID. A BAD FEELING HAD BEGUN to creep up my spine, like the prickling you get when someone’s staring at you. I couldn’t shake it, no matter how hard I tried. Hadn’t I just sent five sprites back to the Fae world? By most measures, I’d done a good job today. I lowered the trunk briefly to check our surroundings and didn’t find anyone nearby. I lifted it again, and the poor guy blinked at the intrusion of the trunk light.I reached for him and then hesitated. “Shouldn’t we just untie the guy and let him go home? No harm, no foul.” Except for the fact that Anwynn was talking in front of him. Sometimes that just couldn’t be avoided.“You think sprites bound this guy and put him in a trunk all on their own? The symbol on his forehead—it marks him as a blood sacrifice.”Ah, there it was. The prickling on my spine exploded outward into a sense of dread, settling finally as a knot in the pit of my stomach. I pulled my sleeve over my palm and rubbed at the mark on the man’s forehead, until the... rest of it flaked away.MoreLess
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