“She’s acting weird, Zack thought, even for Gina.” Like Gina, I got drunk (accidentally) as a kid. Has that ever happened to you or to anyone you know?
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The Wishing Map
Chapter Sixteen: Fisher Folk and Naims (Cont’d)
Previously: Before telling fisher folk Maerith and Shelcor about their mission, Gina and Zack paused to fill their empty stomachs. Now…
(See below for a Glossary of SurKellish words*)
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“Why, then, came yer ter Kellansend?” Shelcor asked.
“An’ at so great danger ter yourselves?” added Maerith.
“We didn’t have a choice!” Zack blurted. “I mean Aunt Aloysia told us if we didn’t find—”
“Her letter opener.” Gina flashed blinking emergency eyes at her brother.
“Right, her letter opener, and that—”
“That if she didn’t get it back she’d be super disappointed!”
“’Ledder ohvener?’” said Maerith.
“Um, it’s a sort of little dagger.”
“That our aunt really loves,” Zack clarified.
“Because it’s made out of this gorgeous purple-gold metal.”
“Amarrildin?” Shelcor asked. “Only the Gerdan…
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