CEDE Chapter Nine
Cede kept his head down, and when the server approached his table ordered a couple of skewers from the griddle and a flask of steam ale. The server held out her globe and Cede fumbled at his belt for his own. Moondale had returned the globe to him just before Cede had set off on this mission she’d set him.
“Forty Candles,” she had said with a grim smile.…
Keep reading with a 7-day free trial
Subscribe to Chris Riddell to keep reading this post and get 7 days of free access to the full post archives.