Maldoch arched a shaggy eyebrow at the freed youth. “Hmmm, the spell’s degraded faster than anticipated. I must tweak the recitation to remedy that for future use.”

“I’m a Goblin?” Garrich blurted incredulously.

“What did you think you were boy? An Elf?”

“Actually, yes,” admitted the dazed youth. “The upswept ears, slanted eyebrows…”

Maldoch chuckled cruelly. “You’re a little on the short and dark side to be a native of Gwilhaire.”

Book 2 - Enemy Winter

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