North! Or Be Eaten: Wild escapes. A desperate journey. And the ghastly Fangs of Dang. (The Wingfeather Saga Book 2) by Andrew Peterson

Author:Andrew Peterson [Peterson, Andrew]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: The Crown Publishing Group
Published: 2009-08-06T22:00:00+00:00

* The maps bore great blank swaths to the far west of Skree, and nobody knew what lay east of the Killridge Mountains. These unknown areas beyond the edges of the maps were referred to as “the places beyond the edges of the maps.”

34

A Watcher in the Shadows

Janner stood motionless, staring at the empty space where Tink had just been. His skin went clammy, and he realized in a snap that he was alone.

It wasn’t just that Tink had run away, Janner realized, though the thought made him so angry he wanted to punch his brother in the nose—it was that Tink had abandoned him.

The river of Dugtowners seemed to grow in speed and size and hostility. The burrow where he desperately hoped the rest of his family waited suddenly seemed impossibly far away, as unreachable a destination as the moon itself.

Why would Tink—Janner refused to think of him as Kalmar—do such a thing? He knew his little brother was uncomfortable with the idea of being king, but Janner was unprepared for this.

Perhaps this was Tink’s way of proving himself to his older brother. Janner remembered the many times he had thought the worst of Tink, only to be proven wrong. It was true he had been hard on his younger brother, probably too hard. But this?

Fine, he thought bitterly. Let him find his own way to the burrow.

Janner steeled his nerves, rubbed his hands together, put his head down, and joined the mad flow of traffic on Riverside Road.

He tripped, hopped, and ducked, straining to read the street signs over countless heads as he passed. Ronchy said if he took a left at Crempshaw Way, then a right on Tilling Street, he would eventually merge with Riverside again. He said it was the best way to bypass the busiest and most dangerous stretch, where the Fangs were ferried across the Blapp to Torrboro.

Janner looked for Tink, craning his neck in every direction as he bustled along, but saw no trace. It would have been hard to find anyone in such chaos, especially someone as small and quick as Tink. Janner began planning the many things he would scream at his little brother once they were safe in the burrow again.

His thoughts were interrupted by the glimpse of a street sign: CREMPSHAW WAY. A crow perched at the top of the pole. Janner zipped between fishermen, seamstresses, and donkeys harnessed to carts laden with fish meat, until he stood with his hands on his knees, winded, only a few doors past Crempshaw Way.

The door behind him swung open, and out came four Fangs of Dang. They laughed and staggered down the step to the sidewalk where Janner stood. He froze and stared at his feet. The Fangs burped and cackled past, then disappeared into the crowd. Janner darted past a store that sold fishnets, then around the corner to Crempshaw Way. Crempshaw stretched upward from the river and into the heart of Dugtown.

Angry as he was at Tink, Janner hoped to catch up to him here.

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