Day 101: 10 Nov 2010
I waited for hours, and Ronan finally showed up about half past midnight. I was expecting a white guy. You know, an Irishman. The name Ronan, and all.
"You're Cassie?" the tall black guy said as he walked up.
"Uh, yeah. How --"
"How did I know your name? My grandma told me. She picks up on things. Without having to be told. Like the fact you're not human. Not entirely, anyway."
"A child of the god of the skies. Yeah, I know all about it. And I know about the slugs."
"Both of them?" I asked.
Ronan shook his head.
"Not both. All fifty. And they're coming to shore in about 36 hours. Come on. We've got a lot of work to do before then."