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- “We gotta move fast.” I nodded at Ramirez and winced. “Sorry about this, man.”
- Carlos looked from me to the Bigfoot. He was having enough trouble keeping up that he spoke in a gasp. “Dammit. Do it.”
- “Give him a hand?” I asked River.
- The Sasquatch promptly scooped Ramirez up. He could carry the man sitting on his palm under one arm with no more effort than a farmwife toting a basket of eggs.
- The raven on my shoulder squawked and took off into the night air.
- Battle Ground Chapter 11, Page 107
- I hauled him up, and the two of us had just turned toward where I’d last seen the Senior Councilman and River Shoulders when the same pair walked out of the fog. River’s chest was rising and falling harshly. He sounded like a racehorse and moved as if his entire body was one enormous bruise. He was carrying an unconscious teenage girl in the crook of one arm like an infant—the victim Drakul and company had been preparing to sacrifice. Listens-to-Wind looked unutterably weary, but unhurt.
- Battle Ground Chapter 13, Page 129
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