only half of the truth and pretty cheap.
Harry twisted his ring around, time to get
some soap so he can take it off
the wall; blood, that is. Harry's ring was charged
with enough kinetic energy to stop a troll
at fifty paces. The leprechaun was point blank.
Harry glared menacingly at the leprechaun "O.K. you
know I can't kill you, but I can
I can make make your life very interesting
and by interesting I mean painful. The Leprechaun
didn't call Harry's bluff. "You are right about
that, but I kin shrink your dribblies and
will make a deal with you. Gimme my
shilleagh'n pot back den we kin talk.
Dresden was pensive. "By that, I take it
know something. Ok, let me get your pot."
Harry retrieved the Leprechaun's pot. "OK. I have
a whole lot of oregano, but no gold
but you will get your gold once you
tell me something useful; pot and a beer."
He looked at the leprechaun pensively, as if
this same scene was being played out in
his mind. The leprechaun sighed. "All right then.
I saw the girl murdered. The killer was
desperate for a copy of Turn Coat. Unfortunately
Mab has it now." Harry looked at Murphy.
"I hate to say it, but it looks
pretty grim for the home team as usual.
Harry rushed out of the station. The Blue
Beetle sat there, Mouse taking up a significant
amount of floorboard space. The Beetle's engine sputtered
as he stepped on the gas. Mouse was
nuzzling for some attention; then his ears perked
up and he began to growl. "What is
boy?" A figure appeared on the hood of the
beetle. A black cloak concealed the owner's features.
One hand griped the hood, the other held
an eight track tape player stolen from an
aging greens-keeper's van. Harry, now going 35mph, slammed
on the brakes, sending the cloaked figure flying
off the front. Harry blinked, as the figure
unfolded a pair of great shadow black wings
A clap of thunder rolled in from Lake Michigan.
Harry readied his blasting rod and his 44
Just then, it started raining. "Well, isn't that
Tensor wrote: Just then, it started raining.
That's 5 words.
...cats and dogs.
That's 8. Some mathematician you are.
just typical. When it rains, it pours." Harry
Tenser wrote: Tensor wrote: Just then, it started raining.
That's 5 words.
...cats and dogs.
That's 8. Some mathematician you are.
You are totally in love with me.
watched the winged figure. If it was from
the Nevernever, likely a Wyldfae mercenary that was
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