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But because we’re awful teases, here’s two more sneak peeks into the book 🙂
In the silence of the night, the constant buzzing of the bees in the Hive on the hill was a reminder of why he was here. Eating the Dal honey wasn’t beneath Crunch, but he would much prefer not knowing how it was produced.
As if reading his thoughts, Victor yawned and leaned in to whisper, “What is that sound?”
“Beehives. Sort of.” Crunch scowled. “But if everything goes well, you won’t have to see them. If asked, don’t volunteer for it.”
Victor sighed. “Who would? No one wants to be stung.”
Crunch nodded vigorously. “Remember that.”
Victor looked to the grass beneath his feet and cringed when they came closer to the dome. The buzzing awoke a tremor on his skin.
“I know. Couldn’t make it. Sharpe had ‘is eye on me.” Crunch sighed as they were making their way back to the orchards, descending down the hill. Victor wanted to touch him, but noticed a group of figures in black just in time to let go of this silly idea.
Led by a guard were people who looked like mourners, in trousers gathered at the ankle and thick gloves. They all wore hats with wide brims, covered with a thick, black veil tucked into their collars, creating a bubble of air around their heads. Their appearance was so shocking, Victor needed a moment to realize they were most probably working with the bees.