The Underworld Trials of Luna
“But honestly, can you blame people for wanting to live somewhere that attempts to simulate the world that they left?”
“No,” I say, the world coming out on a happy little breath as I grin, kind of delighted by all the variety of life here in this wasteland of a world. I watch eagerly as a little dog with eight legs floats by, carried neatly by three sets of beating wings that mean none of its eight little feet ever have to touch the ground. “No, I can’t say that I blame them at all.”
“Don’t let her distract you, Princess,” Anton murmurs, giving me a little nudge with his elbow. “We’ve still got a job to do.”