Sunday, December 18, 2011

Dead Rite chapter 89.06

“Ah.” Harold bit his lip. “I never thought of that.”

Jasfoup put a hand on Harold's arm “Something will have to be done. If you don't rescue the imp he'll be lost in tales of Happily-Ever-After. You might as well clap him in irons and throw him in the darkest oubliette in Christendom. He'd thank you for it afterwards.”

“He's right, sir.” Devious spoke through a mouthful of roasted pork, sending gobbets of half-chewed meat into the air. “Once John starts reading--” he lowered his voice again “--Mills and Boon he'll hanker for the world he can never have and pine away to a gremlin. You can't let that happen, sir.”

“But what can I do about it?” Harold reached for Jasfoup's wrist. He twisted it to look at the time. “The library will be closed by now.”

“We could break in.” Jasfoup grinned. “It'll be like old times.”

“What old times? We've never broken in anywhere.”

“We haven't?” Jasfoup frowned. “I was sure we had. Perhaps it's this time I'm thinking of.”

“I'm in.” Dill shuffled forward. “I really need that book and I've nothing better to do. I can ask Sam for help, too.”

“Sam? Who's Sam?”

“The other zombie.” Jasfoup patted his shoulder. Don't worry about it. It's complicated.”

“Having one zombie with us will slow us down. Two will bring us to a dead halt.”

“Not exactly.” Dill held up his mobile phone. “Sam's a whizz with computer systems. He'll assist remotely.”

“Right, let's go then.” Harold led the way downstairs, pausing when he got as far as the kitchen. “Brilliant.” He glanced at Dill, whose phone had begun to beep with a dozen new messages now it had a signal. “It's raining.”


Stephanie said...

I have a feeling this will take more than the "few minutes" H promised G.

Leatherdykeuk said...

It will!