Chapter 8

Zeke did laugh about that. The scene came to mind with easy clarity, this little sprite of a child with big brown eyes and a riot of black ringlets. A dusty dress covered her pale brown body. Handing a hunk of perfect bread back to the astonished Haziel with those words in her petite bell voice. It was the exact thing he needed to distract him from the wild spin of his thoughts.

“After that humiliating lesson in taste, I made sure to eat as much actual human food as I could. The newest delicacy among the populace were apples.” A confused note came into Haziel’s words. “While human food gives me no sustenance, I find I miss some of the sweeter things.”

“I love peanut butter, but I’m allergic to it,” Zeke offered. There was a chance it was the same kind of deal. “It won’t kill me or anything, but I can’t digest it. Instead, I break out in itchy hives.”