He Who Fights with Monsters 11 (He Who Fights with Monsters, #11)

by Shirtaloon

“Really?” Emir asked as he cast his eyes over Jason’s portion of the complex. “Treehouses and elevators that pull people up from the ground using rope? I appreciate the rustic appeal, but you could at least put in a proper elevating platform. There’s something to be said for efficiency, you know.” “There’s also something to be said for subtlety,” Jason said, looking to the sunset blaze shining through the clouds of Emir’s cloud palace. “We’re building cloud palaces on the side of a tree taller than most mountains,” Emir pointed out. “If that’s not a time for showmanship, when is? Also, of all the people who might lecture me about grandiosity, it shouldn’t be the man who carved a mountain into the shape of his own head.” “There’s a time and a place for everything,” Jason said, his expression the picture of innocence. Emir shook his head. “Oh, look: mine’s finished,” he said. “I’m going to go in and poke around. How is it that mine is bigger, yet yours takes longer to finish?” Jason nodded sagely. “You did finish first,” he acknowledged. “Constance said you like to do that. Poor woman.” “Wait, what did my wife say?” “Oh, look,” Jason said. “Mine just finished. I’m going to go inside and poke around.” Jason floated toward his cloud building, Emir following after. “Hey! You have to tell me what my wife said!”