![]() ![]() ![]() His eyes were as blank as a dead man's, but the bearded face was contorted into a mask of bloodlust, and he bared his yellow teeth as if he wanted to use them to peel off Jacob's skin. Their opponent moved clumsily, like a bear, while his hands cut a path through bramble and thistles with terrifying zeal. This book title, Reckless I: The Petrified Flesh, ISBN: 9781782691242, by Cornelia Funke, Cornelia Funke, Oliver Latsch, published by Steerforth Press (June. There is nothing this blade won't cut.Jacob could only hope that wasn't one of Chanute's boastful lies, which he turned for himself so easily into undoubted truth. He drew his saver with his left hand and Chanute's knife with his right. He let his murderous fingernails slice through the air as if he were cutting a pattern from the shadows of the trees, taking measurements for the clothes he would soon fashion from Jacob's skin.įox bared her teeth and retreated with a bark to Jacob's side. ![]() Both hands were missing a finger-obviously other victims had tried to defend their skinds-though the Tailor did not seem to miss them much. The blades on the right were just as long and lethal, though these were slender and pointed, like giant sewing needles. The fingers on his left hand ended in broad blades, each as long as a dagger. But Jacob let the light explore further, over the bearded, dirt-caked face, the gruesome clothes, which at first sight simply looked like poorly tanned leather, and on to the gross hands with which the Tailor plied his bloody trade. He uttered an angry grunt and swatted at it as if it were an annoying bug. The Tailor did not like the probing finger of light. ![]()
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