The Lake of Souls (2007)
“Spits hissed, keeping his voice down so as not to attract the attention of the Kulashkas. “Ye want t’ go into that devil’s lair and risk yer lives, fer the sake o’ some bottles o’ poison?”“There must be something … special about it,” Harkat insisted. “We wouldn’t have been told we … needed it if it wasn’t important.”“Nowt’s worth throwing yer lives away fer,” Spits snarled. “The monster will have ye both fer pudding, and still be hungry after.”“I’m not sure about that,” I muttered. “It fed like a snake. I know about snakes from when I shared a tent with Evra — a snake-boy,” I added for Spits’s benefit. “A child would take a long time to digest, even for a beast of that size. I doubt it’ll need to eat again for a few days. And a snake normally sleeps while it’s digesting.”“But this ain’t a snake,” Spits reminded me. “It’s a … what did ye call it?”“Grotesque,” Harkat said.“Aaarrr. Ye never shared a tent with a Grotesque, did ye?
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