Meet Fink. He’s the size of a horse, has a tail, six legs and is Hero’s best, if not only, friend.
Weighing in at six-hundred and twenty-two kilos with twenty-six claws and a mouth full of pointy teeth, most people find Fink intimidating, but underneath all that fur beats the heart of a teddy bear.
You might think he’s a push-over, but don’t let his weakness for spiced chocolate cake, tummy rubs and lazy days in the sun fool you. Fink’s a rat-pard – a genetically engineered mix of rat, leopard and ecio, one of Jørn’s most fearsome predators – and he doesn’t take threats lightly.
Svana tossed, the sheets twisting tighter and tighter around her legs, her brow furrowed in a grimace of pain.
Sassa stood on the threshold and let her twin fight the dream. It used to frighten her, the way Ana thrashed and fought, how her face screwed up and her mouth screamed silently. When she heard the tell-tale creak of the mattress she would rush to her sister’s side and shake her violently awake.
She turned away from the door, sliding it shut behind her, locking out Ana’s nightmare. She was tired, tired and far to used to the silent dreams. It was the times she wasn’t silent, the times when strange, foreign words streamed from her mouth that disturbed her. The sounds tickled something in the back of her mind, something old, something that came with fear.
But this wasn’t one of those times, and as Sassa grabbed her jacket from the back of dining chair, she was glad at least that Ana was no longer shutting her out. The genetic anomaly her twin had stumbled across was … was … Sassa shook her head. There were no words to describe it, not yet at any rate, but they’d find them, publish them, own them. Her and Ana, just like they used to.