The Two Week Curse (Ten Realms, #1)

by Michael Chatfield

“I told him!” a somewhat familiar voice yelled out with indignation. A bony head appeared out of Rugrat’s storage. “Not now, Egbert!” Rugrat yelled, smacking the skeleton on the top of the head as it disappeared back into his storage ring. “You were saying?” Rugrat coughed, as if nothing happened. Erik pinched the bridge of his nose. “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’m not a souvenir!” said an angry voice that came from Rugrat’s ring. “Don’t make me come down there, Egbert!” “You named it Egbert?” Erik asked. “Not an it! I’m a he.” Egbert’s head appeared, all skull and glowing blue flames in his eyes. “Egbert, not the time!” Rugrat stuffed Egbert back into his storage ring. Erik looked at the ceiling, as if seeking strength from it. “Let the damn talking skeleton out of the storage bag.”