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- "Harry!" Michael cried.
- I knew that tone of voice. I crouched as quickly as I could, as low as I could, and barely got out of the way before Amoracchius swept through the space where my head had been-
- - and slammed into the leaping form of one of the creatures that had been about to land on my back.
- The thing fell back away from me and landed on the floor, thrashing. Its blood erupted into blue-white fire as it spurted from the wound.
- I snapped my head around to stare at Amoracchius. More blood sizzled on the blade of the sword like grease on a hot skillet.
- Iron.
- These things were faeries.
- I'd never seen them face-to-face before, but I'd read descriptions of them-including when I had been boning up on my book learning to figure out the identity of the gruffs. Given that this beastie was a faerie, there was only one thing it could be.
- "Hobs!" I screamed at Michael as I drew the gun from my coat pocket. "They're hobs!"
- Small Favor Chapter 23, Page 185
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