"I'm really sorry..." His tabby hand covered hers. "Hey, it's ok. GARS crossbred me with a cat... You'd be weird to stay with me."
Robin held her brother's hand. "Take it easy, your fever's still bad." He looked up to her fox face. "Am I changing, like you did?"
Her grafted limbs were a patchwork quilt of races. Looking to her sutured savior, Amy smiled. "I'm a classic. I'm a Frankenstein."
He changed in fading daylight, and she lifted him with cupped hands in newborn night. "You're a were-squirrel?" "Yup. It's nuts."
Sébastien almost missed the wound; a red speck made by a needle's puncture. But its poison had killed the General in seconds.
The canopy closed over the pair amid a hail of gunfire. Anna sat on Ed's lap in the one person cockpit. "Charming first date!"
They laughed at the druid's wooden pistol. Then she hosed the lumberjacks with mud and dandelions. "It's Spring loaded, jerkholes!"
"What am I? Half a dream, and a pound of vengeance."
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