Sundew sometimes liked to imagine that she could fly all the way around the world without stopping, using nothing but her fury to keep her going. When she got tired, she’d think about all the things that made her angry. HiveWings. HivesWings. HiveWings. Queen Wasp. The murder of the trees. The attempted murder of my entire tribe. HiveWings. Mother and Father . . . No, those things were allowed on this list. Sundew imagined stabbing her claws into their necks, ripping the smug expressions off.
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