I leaned forward and gave the leader ghoul my hard stare. “You look plump. You’ve been raiding the countryside and growing fat from gorging yourself on the people you’ve murdered. I gave you a chance to leave. Now it’s too late. Pay attention to this moment. Look at the stars. Breathe in the cold air. This is your last night. These are the last breaths you take. I will kill every one of you.”
The leader ghoul snarled, dropping all pretense. “You and what army?”
“That’s the great thing about werelions. You don’t need an army. You just need one.”
The ghoul twisted his face. “You’re not a werelion, meat.”
“I’m not.” I nodded behind them. “He is.”
It’s been very slow going. Last week was the week before school, which went somewhat like this: “Mom, Mom, Dad, Dad, Mom, Dad, Money, Mom, Need, Dad.” This week is the first week of school, which so far has been like this: “Sign. Shopping. Sign. Approve. Sign.”
We keep having random errands pop up as well. Internet broke. Bathroom sprang a minor leak. The leak itself was not a problem, but now have to get the handyman out to repair the section of the ceiling plumber dudes cut out to check the pipes. I need to get BFM page up and running. I’ve written grand total of like 3K on the new Kate and Gordon is stuck with the galleys of Magic Steals. We keep offloading stuff on poor Nicole.
I am behind.
Sometimes people ask about soundtrack to the different scenes. This song and accompanying incredibly difficult dance number served as inspiration for the Nuan Cee family entrance. If you close your eyes, you can almost see the little foxes jumping around and throwing gold. Youtube won’t let me embed it.