“Five months! Five months you -dare I say it- gentlemen have been sitting on this little scheme of yours and only now you decide to inform me of it!” Lady Alexia Maccon did not enjoy being surprised by declarations of intent. She glared at the men before her. Fully grown, and a goodly number of centuries older than she, yet they still managed to look like shamefaced little boys.
I flipped through the book 3 times and stopped at page 125.
All variety of pants-pissing thoughts descended on me as I stared up at the fortress of trees marking the entrance to the forest. I remembered that we had no idea just how big the island was. It could be absolutely swarming with the undead or it could be some kind of killer bear sanctuary.
Carl’s knife was big but it wasn’t that big. There was a a bitter innuendo in there somewhere, but I was just too damn frightened to consider it.
Seriously? Mom and Dad expect me to get up and go to school the morning after a 329.000.000.000.000.000-mile road trip across the galaxy? And I’m not even a morning person to begin with. I can’t fake being sick, either. Not with the steirle enviroment of the space station. No germs = no sickness. Ever. Not even the sniffles. At least I got a good night’s sleep.