“I asked a few minutes later as we made our way into glaring sunlight. I blinked, my eyes watering a bit. Did spending the first twelve years of my life underground damage them somehow? Todd didn’t seem bothered by the sun at all. “You’ll love him,” Todd said. “He’s a little nuts, but he’s a collector.” “What’s a collector?” Shawn asked. “Sorry,” Todd said, charging across a rope bridge, not even bothering to hold on as it pitched and jumped. My breath hissed out between my teeth at the sight of... the forest floor far below us. “I keep forgetting you two don’t know much.” “It’s fine,” Shawn grunted, clutching at the rope bridge with both hands. “We keep forgetting too.” “A collector is someone who specializes in something from the old world. You’ll see.” We moved from one bridge to another, snaking our way through the trees. When I wasn’t preoccupied with trying not to fall to my death, I studied the surrounding tree houses with interest. Just like Todd and Emily’s house, they were all constructed of a dinosaur-bone frame with wood walls, but that was where the similarities ended.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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