ow how to make a sour apple martini," said -Spyder.
"The last time you were here, the Butcher Bird was the one who spoke. Now, puffed up with yourself, you do all the talking. Or are you jabbering because she is planning some action against me?"
"Im not speaking because I have nothing to say to you, witch," said Shrike.
Cinders laughed her awful, gurgling laugh. "But you have you sight, child. And soon you will have your father. I should think youd be grateful for these things. "
"Were not smiling cause you lied to us about the book. It was never yours. You conned us into stealing it for you," said Spyder.
"Did I? How wrong of me. " Cinders pumps kicked into action, hissing and cranking, filling the tower room with their noise. A thick green discharge was extracted from Cinders midsection while separate pink and clear fluids dripped through tubes embedded in her skull.
"Neither your feigned outrage nor your glibness can hide your fear, boy. You forget that your mind is as clear and open to me as the sky in mid-summer. I know you want to keep me from taking the book, but you cannot. You know my vengeance would be fearsome. And theres the girls father. "
"How is he?" Shrike asked.
"Well. And quite himself. No longer mad. You saved him," said Madame Cinders. "Now can you save yourself and your companions?"
Shrike was moving before the old woman had finished speaking, slashing one guard across the midsection before his sword was drawn, then slicing through anothers throat. Crouching, Shrike spun and slashed through the knees of two guards who rushed her from behind. As the men fell, she lunged and disemboweled a third. Launching he
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