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I wanted to spring to my feet but I couldn't The unusual slowness toburn in my chest told me I hadn't been shot with normal bullets They were silver

I had a split second to see a white-hairedin the breeze and very corporeal hand pointing a gun at me Then I heard another blast, feltelse

Chapter Thirty-Six

My head throbbed like someone had shoved firecrackers intoI beca in hout the rest of my body The third was thattall and hard behindrealization of all: I et, and it wasn't froasoline filledto take in a breath

"Burn her Burn her now, before she wakes up!" a faed

Sarah I should've killed her when I had the chance Hindsight alenty-twenty

I opened my eyes Kraular clearing amidst the tall cornstalks Sarah was off to the side, but Lisa and Francine le They were chained like I was to tall s in their mouths, eyes ith horror as they looked at e silver knife stuck into her chest The blade sees and sapping h it was close to the center of my chest, it wasn't in my heart Either Kraiving ood as he'd intended

Krae, leather-bound book frootten sick of that old muddy tunic he was stuck hen he was in vaporous forleaan to read aloud

"I, Henricus Krae named on behalf of the faith, declare and pronounce sentence that you standing here are impenitent heretics, and as such are to be delivered to justice," he intoned, and though the original version of the Halish so ould understand it

I didn't have a gag, probably because Kra for help, but that didn'tto stay silent

"I read that, you know Your prose was boring and repetitive, and your overuse of capitalization for dramatic emphasis was juvenile at best Oh hell, I'll just say it-it sucked out loud No wonder you had to forge your endorsee He shut the book with a bang, stalking over to me Writers were so sensitive when it came to criticism

"Do you wish to die now, Hexe?" he hissed atup out of htened, he had a hurricane lantern in his hand, the golden orange fla to be freed