“Forget it,” Conor said, turning back towards the house.
“You thought I might be here to help you,” the monster said. Conor stopped.
“You thought I might have come to topple your enemies. Slay your dragons.”
Conor still didn’t look back. But he didn’t go inside either.
“You felt the truth of it when I said that you had called for me,
that you were the reason I had come walking. Did you not?”
Conor turned round. “But all you want to do is tell me stories,” he said,
and he couldn’t keep the disappointment out of his voice, because it was true.
He had thought that. He’d hoped that.
The monster knelt down so its face was close to Conor’s. “Stories of how I toppled enemies,” it said. “Stories of how I slew dragons.”
Conor blinked back at the monster’s gaze. “Stories are wild creatures,” the monster said.
When you let them loose, who knows what havoc they might wreak?”
전체재생
다음페이지
문장검색