Dear readers, this week’s excerpt includes a wee spoiler. The farther we get into the series, the harder it is to avoid them. If you’re brand-new here, though, we don’t want you to feel like you’re on the outside. You’re welcome here. I will try not to post too many spoilers.
But I love this passage.
It was at this moment that Peet the Sock Man leapt from the rim of the gully at top speed, his arms spread wide like wings. Janner watched his uncle with awe.
His socks had long since fallen away in shreds, cut to pieces by the talons at the ends of his reddish forearms. Peet’s white hair trailed behind him; one of his eyebrows lay flat and low, the other arched like a curl of smoke; and in Peet’s eyes blazed a single purpose: Protect. Protect. Protect.
What struck Janner most about his uncle in this moment was not the graceful leap through the air or the deadly, mysterious talons, but that amidst all the danger and panic, Artham P. Wingfeather’s gaze was fixed on him with what Janner knew to be a fierce affection.
There in the gully of the gargan rockroach, with toothy cows below and Fangs of Dang approaching, Janner felt safe.
—From chapter 8, “A Thorn of Contempt.”
Do you have a favorite paragraph or so that you’d like to share with us? The above is from this week’s reading (chapters 8-14), but you’re welcome to share something from another part of the series if you like.
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