The Two Week Curse (Ten Realms, #1)

by Michael Chatfield

“You okay?” Rugrat asked. “Yeah, my brain just hurts.” “Happens to me all the time,” Rugrat said.

I hate the waiting part!” Rugrat yelled from his tube. “And it hates you!” Erik yelled back, bracing his weapon. Erik heard a wrapper being opened. Erik laughed. “Twinkie?” “You know it!” Rugrat yelled back. “Twinkies will never die!”

“Great—a teenager can kick my ass. I’m starting to feel old,” Erik said. “Well, you’re practically fucking ancient, so it’s about time.” “You’re four years younger!” “Four years younger, less ancient. Full of vigor and energy. Don’t worry, gramps. We all get old at some time,” Rugrat commiserated. “Come, tell me that when I’m not strapped to a tree.” Erik swung at Rugrat, who was just two feet too far away. “Ah, the senile ways. Don’t worry—I’ll find you a nice home.” “I’ll find a nice home for my foot up your ass!” Erik said.

“Can take the redneck out of the South, can’t take the love of blowing shit up and setting it on fire out of the redneck,” Erik muttered.

Seems real enough.” Rugrat shrugged. Erik pinched Rugrat. “Ah crap! What was that for!” “Wanted to make sure.” Erik chewed on a piece of boar. “Why did you pinch me? Shouldn’t you have pinched yourself?” Rugrat complained. “Nah, might hurt.” Erik shrugged.

“Is there a skeleton in your storage ring?” “Maybe.” “Is there a talking skeleton in your storage ring?” “Maybe.” “Why is there a TALKING SKELETON IN YOUR STORAGE RING?” “I wanted a souvenir?”

“I thought that this was filled with nothing but information manuals! More than three quarters are these romance books, like the Lewd Knights, Wilderness Borne and the Lusty Argo...” “Hey! Who said that they were all the gnomes books! A man has to read you know! You only needed to ask and I could lend them to you! Those are classics!” Egbert said.