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them, then I was doomed.
The ground shook when he spoke, like he was an earthquake all by himself. How the heck did he appear out of nowhere like that? Surely I would have seen him before then. Right?
Still, relief spread across my brain as I realized that he hadn’t addressed my scream. Those hopes were quickly dashed when—
“WHAT WAS THAT SCREAM?” the giant rumbled.
Damn. He had heard me. I slowly backed away. I had no idea what the giant’s face looked like, but I hoped he was just paying attention to Robin. That was probably cowardly of me, but my faerie guide seemed like he could take care of himself.
“Just me screaming,” Robin quipped. Behind his back, he was waving at me, directing me to a bunch of blue thorny bushes to our right. At least he was telling me to hide. “You surprised me, Jack.”
Very cautiously, I started sidestepping my way over there. Adrenaline brought everything into hyper-realistic focus, and I could hear my heart pounding from fear.
“THAT SCREAM DIDN’T SOUND LIKE YOU.”
“I’m good at changing my voice,” Robin said. “I’ve been practicing. You know, scaring mortals.”
“I HAVEN’T SCARED A MORTAL IN CENTURIES,” the giant lamented, sounding genuinely sad. “I’VE JUST BEEN STUCK IN TIR NA NÓG SINCE MAB PUT A BAN ON VISITING THE HUMAN WORLD.”
“Aw, I’m sorry to hear that big guy,” Robin said, with false care. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
I was nearly to the bush.
“HAVE YOU MET A MORTAL LATELY? MAYBE YOU CAN BRING ME BACK ONE TO EAT.”
“Nope, not recently,” Robin lied. “I’ve just been here, just like you.”
“THAT’S NOT WHAT I HEARD. I HEARD—”
A loud crack sounded throughout the space, impossibly loud. I could see Robin’s posture stiffen as he winced at the sound. My foot had stepped on a branch. I hoped the giant hadn’t heard it. Robin and I both froze.
Above us, the treetops parted and one giant eye peered through the canopy, blinking down at us, first at Robin, then at me.
“A MORTAL GIRL!” the giant yelled happily. “I’VE FOUND A MORTAL GIRL!”
“Run, Abby!” Robin yelled.
I was about to ask him where I could run when the giant club swung my way, cracking trees and bushes in its way. I yelped and dodged as the top of it smashed into the ground where I was just nanoseconds beforehand.
The giant roared. Obviously, he could tell that he hadn’t hit me. He smashed the ground again, trying to get at me, this time close enough to send me sprawling.
“Dammit, Tinkerbell!” Robin yelled, pushing me out of the way. The club missed me and only grazed him, but that was enough to send him flying into the trees, out of sight and far away from me.
Oh my god, I was alone in the woods with a giant. I was hyperventilating, darkness edging into my vision as I contemplated what to do next. There was no hiding when a giant was after you.
So could I stop him in another way?
Magick. Use your fire magick .
I didn’t have to use a phrase or draw a circle—my magick apparently worked differently than my family’s. I held the spell in my head and threw it at the enormous wooden club, hoping against hope that it actually worked. The giant must have had that club for a long time, because the dead wood immediately took to the flame and ignited.
The giant howled in pain, dropping the fiery club, setting some nearby trees on fire. I didn’t have time to worry about whether or not Robin had landed far enough away to be spared from the inferno.
I didn’t see the huge hairy foot as it came my way. It connected right in my gut, knocking the air out of me as the giant literally kicked me across the forest.
Blackness edged in my vision, and I passed out before I landed.
I hate Tir na nÓg.
Chapter 9
It was nighttime when I finally came to my senses.
I groaned and rolled my head. My body felt stiff as a board from being kicked around the faerie realm. I lay in a heap at the bottom of a hill, dry autumn
The ground shook when he spoke, like he was an earthquake all by himself. How the heck did he appear out of nowhere like that? Surely I would have seen him before then. Right?
Still, relief spread across my brain as I realized that he hadn’t addressed my scream. Those hopes were quickly dashed when—
“WHAT WAS THAT SCREAM?” the giant rumbled.
Damn. He had heard me. I slowly backed away. I had no idea what the giant’s face looked like, but I hoped he was just paying attention to Robin. That was probably cowardly of me, but my faerie guide seemed like he could take care of himself.
“Just me screaming,” Robin quipped. Behind his back, he was waving at me, directing me to a bunch of blue thorny bushes to our right. At least he was telling me to hide. “You surprised me, Jack.”
Very cautiously, I started sidestepping my way over there. Adrenaline brought everything into hyper-realistic focus, and I could hear my heart pounding from fear.
“THAT SCREAM DIDN’T SOUND LIKE YOU.”
“I’m good at changing my voice,” Robin said. “I’ve been practicing. You know, scaring mortals.”
“I HAVEN’T SCARED A MORTAL IN CENTURIES,” the giant lamented, sounding genuinely sad. “I’VE JUST BEEN STUCK IN TIR NA NÓG SINCE MAB PUT A BAN ON VISITING THE HUMAN WORLD.”
“Aw, I’m sorry to hear that big guy,” Robin said, with false care. “I’m sure you’ll figure it out.”
I was nearly to the bush.
“HAVE YOU MET A MORTAL LATELY? MAYBE YOU CAN BRING ME BACK ONE TO EAT.”
“Nope, not recently,” Robin lied. “I’ve just been here, just like you.”
“THAT’S NOT WHAT I HEARD. I HEARD—”
A loud crack sounded throughout the space, impossibly loud. I could see Robin’s posture stiffen as he winced at the sound. My foot had stepped on a branch. I hoped the giant hadn’t heard it. Robin and I both froze.
Above us, the treetops parted and one giant eye peered through the canopy, blinking down at us, first at Robin, then at me.
“A MORTAL GIRL!” the giant yelled happily. “I’VE FOUND A MORTAL GIRL!”
“Run, Abby!” Robin yelled.
I was about to ask him where I could run when the giant club swung my way, cracking trees and bushes in its way. I yelped and dodged as the top of it smashed into the ground where I was just nanoseconds beforehand.
The giant roared. Obviously, he could tell that he hadn’t hit me. He smashed the ground again, trying to get at me, this time close enough to send me sprawling.
“Dammit, Tinkerbell!” Robin yelled, pushing me out of the way. The club missed me and only grazed him, but that was enough to send him flying into the trees, out of sight and far away from me.
Oh my god, I was alone in the woods with a giant. I was hyperventilating, darkness edging into my vision as I contemplated what to do next. There was no hiding when a giant was after you.
So could I stop him in another way?
Magick. Use your fire magick .
I didn’t have to use a phrase or draw a circle—my magick apparently worked differently than my family’s. I held the spell in my head and threw it at the enormous wooden club, hoping against hope that it actually worked. The giant must have had that club for a long time, because the dead wood immediately took to the flame and ignited.
The giant howled in pain, dropping the fiery club, setting some nearby trees on fire. I didn’t have time to worry about whether or not Robin had landed far enough away to be spared from the inferno.
I didn’t see the huge hairy foot as it came my way. It connected right in my gut, knocking the air out of me as the giant literally kicked me across the forest.
Blackness edged in my vision, and I passed out before I landed.
I hate Tir na nÓg.
Chapter 9
It was nighttime when I finally came to my senses.
I groaned and rolled my head. My body felt stiff as a board from being kicked around the faerie realm. I lay in a heap at the bottom of a hill, dry autumn
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