Renie snatched up the Scarecrow, trying not to trip over the spaghetti tangle of tubing. Just trying to get my head wrapped around it. For longseconds she was too frightened to look at him directly, certain that his heart had stopped. to be that bad.
Nandi steered them past one of the rocks and its white arrowhead wake. e reached the edge of the square he had beenforced to flee several offers of violence, and had lost track of his small guide once more. _Surface tension,_ she realized, not in words but images from nature documentaries: She wastoo small to sink through it. The imagewas bizarre--a distorted, not-quite-human shape silhouetted against gray nothingness--but even int
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