“Uglier, too. They looked like a cross between giant humans and spoiled apples. Their bald skin was wrinkled and rubbery, and they smelled like old eggs. They also smelled of charred flesh, but that was a result of Ryslind’s magic. Jig kicked them both to be sure they were dead. Not that most things could get back up with a hole in the chest big enough to crawl through, but Jig wanted to be safe. The trolls didn’t respond, though a few flies buzzed up from the eyes of the closest one. Smudge lea...ped off Jig’s shoulder. His legs snapped out in midair, and when he landed on the troll’s forehead, he held a buzzing fly between his forelegs. Jig watched jealously as Smudge cooked his breakfast. Even flies were starting to sound good. His eyes went to the trolls. Traditionally, the first bite went to the victor, but Ryslind wasn’t around to enjoy the rewards of his kill. His mouth began to water. He had no way to cook the bodies, and raw troll meat probably wasn’t the healthiest thing in the world.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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