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From the middle grade fantasy books, The Bone Grit Historeum
The Sea Wraiths ferry passengers across Whopping Tooth Gulf to the Squawnch Islands. Their fare is exactly one drop of blood.
Lian pulled a thin silver thread of light from the Quantifier and held it over his finger. He looked at Root and took a deep breath. Then, with eyes squeezed he pricked the sharp end of the thread deep into the tip of his finger.
His Sea Wraith stretched its draping sleeve, revealing skin and bone of a water-dwelling world. Long scaly fingers caught the blood as it fell from Lian’s finger. Tssssssssssss.
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