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Brelig swiped his sickle toward the bleeding eyelid again -- and the deathfin grabbed him by that arm, lifting him high above the ship. The sudden shock of pain frayed his concentration. Brelig swung in the air, blood raining everywhere. Then he pulled himself upward to swing the axe into the deathfin's eye.

As Kennet’s head turned to look the elfman, having come up besides them without being noticed, slapped the open-palm of his hand onto Kennet’s forehead and began to pull at something. A strange shape, almost like a shadow, seemed to be pulled away from Kennet’s head.

"Through the glass door you can glimpse a narrow room, one side
taken up with a glass-fronted display cabinet such as you would find
in a deli, the other crammed with a couple of narrow tables covered by
red and white checked tablecloths, flanked by old-fashioned wooden
chairs, no two of them exactly alike"

"There doesn't look to be enough room to swing the proverbial cat,
but next to the first table there's an arched opening, and there is
another room beyond. It has a further cluster of red-check-tablecloth
tables and mismatched wooden chairs."[...]

—Midnight in Spanish Gardens, out August 1, 2011