The crone fixed her yellow eyes on Gnat, and suddenly she spoke in English. “Baroness De Minimis,” she croaked, in a voice that sounded clogged with mud and twigs. “My young men will give you safe passage. You should not expect that this means peace between our peoples.”
Gnat showed no reaction to this sudden speech, though Sal took two steps back in surprise. “Your folk are relentless and hungry.”
“And your folk are delicious.” The old ghoul laughed suddenly, showing yellowed and broken teeth, but still enough sharp points to tear flesh when she needed to.
(From my WIP, THE LIBRARY MACHINE (third and last book in The Extraordinary Journeys of Clockwork Charlie)).
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