"Goblins never HAVE to do anything that they don't want to," Marge said, then held up a little brown bag. "Made ya some fresh rolls. Shouldn't face the apocalypse on an empty stomach."

'How can a woman seven thousand years younger than me act like a mother?' Sadie thought, taking the bag and kissing the goblin on the head. Vlad was at her side instantly. She smiled and handed him a bit of baked heaven while she scarfed down another. "Mmmh," she moaned happily.

Mel came over, but she wasn't interested in food. "Sadie, they've been holed up in there for an hour. Solomon's got most of the Rampart on...