Meg - Talks to Grass

“Something’s not right,” Lavinia murmured.

“You think?” Meg crouched. She put down one of her swords and touched the grass with her fingertips. Her hand sent a ripple across the lawn like a stone thrown in water.

“Something’s wrong with the soil here,” she announced. “The roots don’t want to grow too deep.”

Hazel arched her eyebrows. “You can talk to plants.”

“It’s not really talking,” Meg said. “But yeah. Even the trees don’t like this place. They’re trying to grow away from that carousel as fast as they can.”

“Which, since they’re trees,” I said, “is not very fast.”

Hazel studied our surroundings. “Let’s see what I can find out.”

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The Tyrant’s Tomb, Chapter 15