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zeppelin lurched over to one side. Lee could hear the other engine howling, but the airship was grounded now.
The soldiers had halted and taken cover as well as they could. Lee could count them, and he did: twenty-five. He had thirty boulder, her ears flat along her back, she looked like a little stone herself, gray-brown and inconspicuous, except for her eyes. Hester was no beauty; she was about as plain and scrawny as a hare could be; but her eyes were marvelously colored, gold-hazel flecked with rays of deepest peat brown and forest green. And now those eyes were looking down at the last landscape they'd ever see: a barren slope of brutal tumbled rocks, and beyond it a forest on fire. Not a blade of grass, not a speck of green to rest on.
Her ears flicked slightly.
"They're talking," she said. "I can hear, but I cain't understand."bullets.Hester crept up close to his left shoulder."I'll watch this way," she said.Crouched on the gray
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