We break our huddle and Eight immediately transforms into one of his massive avatars. His handsome features melt away, replaced by the snarling face and golden mane of a lion. He grows to about twelve feet, ten arms sprouting out of his sides, each of them tipped with razor-sharp claws. Nine whistles through his teeth.’Now we’re talking,’ Nine says. ‘One of your parents must’ve been a chimæra. Probably your mom.

We break our huddle and Eight immediately transforms into one of his massive avatars. His handsome features melt away, replaced by the snarling face and golden mane of a lion. He grows to about twelve feet, ten arms sprouting out of his sides, each of them tipped with razor-sharp claws. Nine whistles through his teeth.’Now we’re talking,’ Nine says. ‘One of your parents must’ve been a chimæra. Probably your mom.

– Pittacus Lore –

The Fall of Five

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