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Chapters (51)
  1. Cover
  2. Title Page
  3. Copyright
  4. Dedication
  5. Epigraph
  6. Prologue
  7. Part I
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  18. Part II
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  27. Part III
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  42. Part IV
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  51. About the Author

Tub and Claire were waving at me. According to the sideline markers, they were precisely thirty-six yards away, close enough that I could read their hysterical gestures at the space above me. Before I could look, darkness fell across me like a heavy quilt. I wrenched my neck and saw the descending form of Gunmar the Black. The ability to react left me and I stood with swords dangling. He fell upon me, trapping me in a six-armed cage. His lips pulled back as if blistering away from his face, and from between his foot-long teeth slithered the tattered remnants of his tongue.

“MORE SSSSS­STURGES­SSS­SSE­SSS­SSS.”

His spittle rolled down my cheeks like molten lead.

Gunmar’s wooden arm received a solid blow—Jack’s long-sword. The blade got stuck halfway in but succeeded in pushing the arm out from under the gargantuan monster. Gunmar’s titanic torso slammed to the turf but I was already rolling out of the way, passing beneath his empty eye socket before emerging back into floodlights. Jack grunted, yanking his sword from the wood and tumbling backward with the effort. Gunmar transitioned to a squat and examined the new notch on the wooden arm.

“YESSSSSS. MUSSSSST HAVE NEW KILL.”

ARRRGH!!! struck Gunmar at a full gallop, ramming her horns into his ropy chest. Gunmar choked in surprise, staggered back a few steps, found his footing, and then used those same horns to lift his attacker into the air and slam her to the field. ARRRGH!!!’s brawny body sounded like a pitiful bag of bones. Gunmar reached down to choke her but she came alive just in time, taking the hands by the wrists and diverting them. But there were three more hands where those came from, and each of them fought for the privilege of strangulation.

Tentacles fastened around Gunmar. It was Blinky, with what looked like every one of his hundred limbs. Gunmar fell back from ARRRGH!!!. For a moment it looked as though Blinky might force the larger troll to the turf. But the spines along Gunmar’s back sprung outward like a regiment of bayonets and I heard the excruciating sounds of several of Blinky’s tentacles being torn in half.

Still, the fighting historian clung to the villain long enough for ARRRGH!!! to struggle to her feet and mount another head-on attack. Gunmar released a boom of laughter and began operating his double-jointed limbs to fight both enemies at once. It was an awesome display of power: six arms fought a trollhunter on each side with bewildering speed while the spine telescoped and retracted to dodge fists, twice causing ARRRGH!!! to sock Blinky in the head.

“Lummox!” Blinky spat. “The Hungry One! Not me!”