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wasn’t worried about her, but I did hope she made it across that wooden death trap quickly.
    I know what you’re thinking.  Yeah, I have my own reasons for doing this now.  The fact that Oberon’s here means she knew all along about my curse and used that information to get my onboard with her plan to go kill him.  I don’t know that he needs to die, but I have a vested interest in getting to where he’s being kept and ask him a lot of very poignant questions.
    I climbed up the rope ladder to Pan’s little alcove in the sky.  His room was nicer than the others I’d seen so far.  He even had a desk that was covered in handmade books.  I had to hand it to him; he showed a lot of resourcefulness here.  I picked the first book I reached up and sat down on one of the flimsy looking chairs.  I sank down pretty far, but the frame held my weight.
    As the Sphinx said, these were journals chronicling his time spent on the island.  I must’ve grabbed one of the first ones as it was pretty damn hard to read.  Pan wasn’t what you would call ‘well-written’ back then.  Calling this scribble English might be a stretch.  I picked up random words that I understood, like Roderick and ass.  Those two words were put together quite frequently.
    I laid that one back down on the desk and grabbed one that looked quite a bit fresher.  Just by glancing at the first page, I could tell this was more recent.  I might actually be able to learn something out of this one.
    ‘That asshole Roderick came by yesterday, gloating from his boat at my captivity on this island.  It gave me great pleasure to flip him off before he left.  Yes Roderick, I may still be stuck here, but it won’t be for much longer you fool.  How will you feel when Jonathan reveals to you that your greatest enemy has been this close…?’
    Yeah, that sounded like Pan.  Anger and rage were definitely two of his calling cards.  Unfortunately, this information was already too late to be used.  I needed something that talked about the island itself.  I flipped a few pages and bingo!  Found what I was looking for.
    ‘Lost two more of the boys today in an attack by the crocodile.  That monstrosity is a damn nightmare!  Nothing we do can penetrate its hide and most of the time; we just piss it off even worse.  Shit, I bet the lizard tribe is behind this!’
    It looked as if there was more to be written here, but he stopped writing.  The next time he picked back up, there was no mention of a crocodile or lizard tribe.  A creak in the floor below broke my concentration, the Sphinx was back.
    I waited patiently as she climbed up the rope ladder and joined me in the loft.  Sitting down gracefully (or as gracefully as one can) in the hammock, “So, I expect you have some questions.”
    “Well, not as many as you’d probably think as I’m a slow reader and haven’t got far, but yeah.  First, when were you going to tell me about the lizard tribe and a monster crocodile?”
    The Sphinx who was filled with scorn was gone.  In her place was the one I’d been used to dealing with so far.  “Well, Pan certainly does use clever names to describe the horrors on this island.  Which would you like to hear about first, the ‘lizard people’ or the crocodile?”
    I thought back to the tracks we saw coming from our camp to this one.  “I’m guessing the crocodile is the thing that made all those tracks we passed.  I’d like to know just how dangerous it is.”
    “First you should know it is not the reptile you would associate with the term Pan uses.  The correct term would be a wyrm, or wingless dragon.”
    “Shut the front door lady…”  A dragon?  I knew there was a lot of weird crap out there in the world (I mean I’m a werewolf after all), but a dragon?  “Get outta here with that.”
    There was no just kidding from her.  Nope, wasn’t getting that lucky.  “There are not many wyrms left in the world, hunted and killed by those who