may ask Madame for my life, if you like. "
"Dont be silly," said Shrike. "You protected us and were grateful. "
"Im happy to be of service. "
"Youre of the Gytrash race, arent you?"
"Yes, maam. Members of my family have been guides for Madame Cinders and her friends for over a thousand years. "
"Your family should be very proud of you, Primo. "
"Thank you. I believe they are. At least, they sit well with me. "
Spyder felt Shrikes hand on his arm, quieting him until Primo had moved away to inspect the lizard mens bodies. When he was out of ear shot, Shrike whispered quickly. "The Gytrash are nomads and escorts for travelers. They are a very practical race. They eat their dead for nourishment, but also as ritual. Its their highest act of love and praise. "
"Were almost there," said Primo. "Shall we continue?"
"Lets," said Shrike. Spyder walked beside her trying to decide which member of his family, in a pinch, he could eat.
Sixteen
The Birth of Monsters
When the world began, there were no such things as monsters. Demons were just fallen angels who, booted out of heaven and bored with Hell, wandered the Earth sticking little girls pigtails in inkwells and sinking the occasional continent.
The word monster didnt really exist until the Spheres separated and the humans and beasts in the first Sphere forgot about their brethren in the other Earth realms.
In fact, most of what people call monsters are at least partly human. Many are the offspring of Romeo and Juliet encounters between mortals and races from the other Spheres. The first monster was th
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