Hello,” Newel said. “Look, Doren, we have visitors. Kendra, Seth, and … Muriel’s weirdo puppet.”….Newel grabbed Seth’s hand and shook it vigorously. “Congratulations. You just found yourself a secret entrance.” “So seriously,” Doren said. “What’s with the puppet?
You regress. Strong limbs become feeble, keen senses grow dull, hardy constitutions deteriorate. Beauty withers. Organs quit. You remember yourself in your prime, and wonder where that person went. As your wisdom and experience are peaking, your traitorous body becomes a prison.
Ew, sicko. I was practicing Edomic.” “Sure you were,” Jason said. “You’re just too embarrassed to admit you were playing hide-and-seek all alone. Rachel hiding, nobody seeking.
And you came back to Lyrian?” Galloran said in disbelief. “Believe it or not, I came through the same hippopotamus that brought me here the first time. Jumped into the tank on purpose.
Jason glanced at the creature. It remained the same distance away as before, still as a statue. “What do you want?” Jason asked. No answer. “Are you the thing that followed Tark?
I wanted to keep others from wasting their time pursuing the Word. And I couldn’t ditch Rachel.” Galloran smiled. “Truly, you are possessed by that species of madness that begets heroism.
Running toward danger is foolhardy. … But so is closing your eyes to it. Many perils become less dangerous once you understand their potential hazards.
The surprise is on the far side.” “You’re sure?” “Positive.” “It better not be another fairy,” Seth said. “What’s the matter with fairies?” “I’ve already seen about a billion of them and also they turned me into a walrus.
