"Kill me, why don't you?" said a voice weak with pain and despair. "Finish the job. What's one hob more or less?" The words trailed off in a low moan.
Startled, Will scrambled to his feet and stared at the grass. A pair of large green eyes, flecked with splinters of gold, stared back. A small, sharp face, the skin as brown as a beechnut, pointed ears that ended in tufts of reddish brown fur... Neither animal nor man, it was a creature the likes of which he had never before seen.
Fear stroked a cold finger down Will's spine....
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