Sssssarah - Eats Germanus

In the hotel drive-through, Sssssarah the dracaena sat propped against a mailbox, her snake-tail legs curled around her, her neck swollen to the size of a basketball. I ran to her aid, afraid she might be wounded. Then I realized the lump in her throat was in the shape of a Gallic war helmet. Her chest and belly were also quite bloated.
She smiled at me lazily. “’Sssssup?”
“Sssssarah,” I said, “did you swallow a Germanus whole?”
“No.” She belched. The smell was definitely barbarian, with a hint of clove. “Well, perhapsssss.”

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The Dark prophecy, Chapter 38