`` let me go , '' i growled against the man 's hand , feeling the angle on my fangs sharpening . he faced the one with the tire iron . do you honestly think that an eight-year-old boy can rule this kingdom ? because the police ca n't handle it ? and then a new thought came into his mind which made him more nervous . each growing thing takes something it needs from the other . '' `` is that why there are n't more of you-of us-here ? '' 