just a little fun is all I . Beaten badly, face swelling into something that looked like a child’s goblin mask, slipping toward a coma, Cort had fought back The brats may know the same—that playtime’s purt’ near over for the Affiliation and all its pukesome royalty. The one big-banger he actually shot seemed to confirm that the plan had been feasible, but it was the last slingshot-work Cuthbert did that day.
It had been nervewracking to have Aunt Cord playing Cybilla Good-Sprite day after day. His grip was dry and firm, utterly untouched by the tremor in his voice. All the Barony’s meanness, all its petty (and not so petty) cruelties, all its cozening and lying lay before her. And with thee.
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