STACEY
I knew I was free to lurk the forest and its fullness there on, find the rogues of the hill countries, and cause war with my tongue once the stupid fae was knocked down and her face was pressed against the ground, just like the philistine giant in the story of Goliath of Gath. He had his back against the earth.
I kicked her arm in an attempt to determine if she still had a shred of life left in her, but she did not respond. It is possible that the stone caused her to pass out, or it is possible that she was already dead for good.
Regardless of whether or not she was still alive, all I cared about was getting her out of my way for good. That was her business.
I emerged from the cave with a strut and headed in the direction of the north.
