“About five minutes.” My sigh lifted the hair across my forehead, and Not-An-Egg looked at me again, stretching his nose up to sniff at my jaw. I pushed him and his fishy-smelling breath gently away. “He’s going to get too big to hide. Sooner rather than later at the rate things are going.”
“Then we’d best get to work hunting those demons.”
I knew I wasn’t a wizard when my scathing look didn’t immediately turn Tanris to ashes, but rather produced a curious noise I realized was laughter.
Druid. I might come to like the sound of that...
— THE END —
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Robin Lythgoe was born in Maryland, but spent several years in Oregon and did a short stint in upstate New York before moving to Utah. She married an artist, and together they have four wonderful children. Reading and writing have always been a part of her life, and she is particularly drawn to fantasy. Before she managed the art of the pen she dictated her first fiction—a tale about a rabbit—to a scribe (her sister). Her mother often headed up expeditions to the library, from which the entire party invariably returned laden with a stack of books guaranteed to make the arms longer. Robin read everything voraciously, and when she finished her stack, she'd start on her mother's'… and then her sisters'. Today she writes tales about wizards and magic, fantastical places and extraordinary journeys.
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