the smuggler’s bible


She waits until they’re alone in the courtyard.

“Tomorrow night,” she whispers. “We have to go then, it’s the only time.”

“He lets the creatures prowl after dark.”

“Not always. They don’t like it when there’s no moon.”

“How do you know?”

“I met one. They aren’t all bad.”

“He’s tricking you. You know he changes.”

“No, it’s easy to tell by the eyes. Anyway, we’ve got to do something.”

“We should just wait until someone comes to get us.”

“Nobody’s coming,” Gisela says, plucking a stick off the ground and snapping it fiercely. “We have to do it ourselves.”