The Eyes of the Dragon

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Peter’s shaking hands went wrong somehow. A knot he had made easily a thousand times before now fell apart and he had to start over again.

Don’t let him scare you.

That was idiotic. He was scared, all right; scared green. Thomas would have been astounded to know that Peter had always been frightened of Flagg; Peter had just hid it better.

If he’s going to kill you, make Him do it! Don’t do it for him!

The thought came from inside his own head… but it sounded like his mother’s voice. Peter’s hands steadied a bit, and he began to knot the end of his rope to his anchor again.