Tormented Tarns little monsters

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kitten-hissing brought her mouth to curl; she crouched close until insensate mists claimed him, and then she gathered the boy.

across one shoulder and then the other she placed her limp cargo; her going would be much slower now, though no less fleet of foot.

hex, she thought with a purr, he would be proud that his numbers had grown again, clay to be shaped by his great aim.