The Price Of Fate
’ ‘I am simply saying,’ Seraphina continued, ‘if something called a cinder hen lays eggs in the Outlands, I deserve a full description before it enters our mouth.
“They lay well near warm stone,” Spiro said, sounding almost pleased. “Difficult to catch. Annoying creatures. Very fast.” Ronan blinked at him. “You sound excited,” Ronan noted. “I appreciate competent food,” Spiro replied. ‘Very fast,’ Seraphina repeated. ‘There. Suspicious. Chickens are not supposed to inspire battlefield respect.’ ‘You have never met a chicken,’ I told her. ‘And yet I know this,’ Seraphina replied.
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