Book3:WereMyDreamIs

apitatedheadalohedeadofnightmadeDeanna’sfleshcrawl.Theatmosphereofhorrorandfrightraisedthefinehairsofherbody,butshefeltshehadtoexamiheremainsofthegiant’shead.GiantMountainwasindisarray,havingbeenbrokenintoseveralses.Partsofithadsunkallthewaytothebottomoftheke,butpartswerevisibleabovethewater.Thebestpreservedsewastheheadofthegiantwhichwasstillgazingupattheskies.ButDeannanoticedthattheupwardgazingheadwastiltedslightlytowardstheright.Theshiftwasbarelyperceptible,butcouldnotescapethesharpeyesoftheyounggirlwhohadgrownupinthesepartsandwhokneweverymountairee,andeverybdeofgrass.“Butwhywastheheadtiltedtowardstheright?”sheaskedherself.“Perhapshishugebodywhichhadinparalyzedonthehorizonsihebeginningofti