Shiloh Walker tagged me, so here goes, from page 77 of Red Queen:
Speak. Now. But I was so tired, so spent. My brain felt more wolf than human and I struggled to
string together the right words. “The snark is a boojum,” I managed to wheeze
out.
“Christ, she’s delirious.” That was David, reaching to take my hand. Zach raised his
head and bared his teeth, a low growl emanating from him. David froze. Everybody froze.
Then Jack said, “No. Not delirious. That’s a warning. She’s warning us.”
“What the hell is a snark?”
I closed my eyes and tried not to cry. I couldn’t explain. I didn’t have the words and I
was so tired.
“It’s a poem.” That was Jack again, his voice level and firm. “The Hunting of the Snark. But at the
end, the hunters become the hunted because the snark is a boojum. She’s warning us not to hunt. Things aren’t what they seem.”
And now all the tagged shall plot revenge, oh yes.
Recent Comments