Chapter 50
Deep inside the cauldron, Rory saw a that amid a field of flowers and emerald green grass, a little boy hid in a flock of sheep. Terrified that his father would devour him whole, the boy squeezed between coarse wool and rough hooves to conceal his small, frail body.
He had never seen this island before. All he knew of the world was his mother, violence, and fear. Staring at the rolling hills, and meadows dripping with bees, the little boy thought that however strange the journey had been, this was far preferable to being eaten.