he elder Gerding. "I■t seems that our Pandora does●n't care for spiders," he said. "Really, Miss M■cCall, our little pets are quite■ harmless. Were we to toss you into one of the●se tanks...." Orison struggled against her t
●wo sumo-sized captors, whose combined weigh●ts exceeded hers by some quarter-ton, without■ doing more than lifting her● feet from the floor. "... your flesh would be ■unharmed, though they spun and d■arted all around you.
Our Microfabridae ■are petrovorous, Miss McCall. Of co●urse, once they discovered your teeth, and thro■ugh them a skeleton of calcium, a● delicacy they find most toothsome, y■ou'd be fillete