Thorks! Is there any man, woman, child, or beast who would not be horrified by the hideousness of the thork’s slinking composition and needle-sharp teeth? The very sight of them is enough to drive the stoutest heart to quivering and madness! And yet, this paragraph’s vastness and beauty laugh at the horror of thorks and their squirming.
After a few minutes of hard running, Janner and Baxter burst from the line of the forest and tumbled into the snow.
When he had caught his breath, Janner stood and brushed himself off, making sure they had left the thorks behind. The sun had crested the horizon and it gilded the wintry hilltops stretching away for miles. It was beautiful country, and the vastness reminded Janner not only that he was far from home—but that he was lost. Whichever way Baxter had come into the woods to find him, it wasn’t here. And there was no way Janner was going back into those woods to find the trail. Part of him was glad, because it meant the test was fair again, and with a prayer of thanksgiving for Leeli he sat next to Baxter, relishing the sun’s warmth as he finished the breakfast the thorks had interrupted. He was surprised to realize that, alone in the bright snowy morning, he was happy.
—From chapter 5, “Thork Whacking”
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