This time I flipped through the book and stopped at a random page. And that was page 97.
Cinders had turned two mice into horses, but only one had turned back into a mouse. The other stood in front of her, still very much a horse, but with shiny whiskers and a long pink tail.
“Oh,” Cinders said.
“Squeak,” replied the horse-mouse.
I had random.org select a page and it thought page 38 was a good one.
“All that body-slamming and kicking? Fake. The tension between rivals? Fake. Heck, even this gold belt? Fake! The winners are all decided beforehand. Good thing they picked you to win, huh?”
Isabella couldn’t believe the whole thing was staged. She felt like such a fraud. She wanted to win for real, not for fake. So she body-slammed Lucy. For real.