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They were wiggling and elbowing one another, each fighting to try to sit upright.Ĭalum swore graphically and looked at Eachann. It took a moment to see the lump wasn’t a loch monster, but two gagged, sopping wet women dressed in expensive silk gowns and wrapped up tightly in an ancient mackerel net. A wet bundle of rich silk and white skin, of four flailing arms and a kicking foot here and there. He stared down at what looked like some kind of monster-a huge lump. There was a muffled noise that sounded like a loud cawing seagull trapped in the middle of a haystack.Ĭalum held the lamp low over the holding tank and cast a glance inside. Something I decided we do need after all.” Eachann leaned down and lifted the latch cover.

“Right in here is the answer to all our troubles of late. A GIFT.”Ĭalum suspected this was another one of Eachann’s sick jokes. “I’VE BROUGHT SOMETHING FOR YOU, BROTHER.

Wild by Jill Barnett