How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis
I asked Claire in a low voice.
“Lots,” said Claire.
Before she could say anything else, Maurice interrupted. “Looks like we’ve got company.”
I stepped closer to the opening, air rushing through it fast enough to make my eyes water, and tried to identify the object flying towards us.
The wings weren’t the leathery draconic type we’d seen before, they were more insect-like, large like those of a moth or butterfly. The body was sort of humanoid. Two legs, but it looked like there were four arms, at least. Everyone closed in around me to get a look. Maurice frantically twiddled his knobs, so the box wouldn’t tip forward with everyone standing at one end.