Quill Hedgehog Novels & Stories

"Taelin do you remember what I told you regarding Robert and Halbert?" "That anyone, and any matter in the whole world should always take precedence over them. That if a baby showed up on our steps I should spend the day trying to conversate with that child before dealing with them. That you would rather I shove a live Squargle up your rectum before forcing you to speak to them... Oh and you so eloquently added and boy is it running out of oxygen." A Squargle was a small a small animal that looked like a Cross of a Guinea pig and a hedgehog. With one exception, it's back was covered in some of the sharpest thorns you have ever felt, that happened to be as hard as steel as well.

We were close to the gardens at this point, and I stopped, turning to Quill. "What about Lip? What can you tell me about him? I know he can use magic." I said, the faint memory of him healing me or warming me with the strange colored crystal. Quill's face changed at that, going paler, and he cleared his throat. Clearly, he thought I had been more out of it than I let on. Suddenly, he stiffened, his eyes darting to the woods. A warning growl sounded out from Quill, and he shoved me behind him.