Blood of the Witch by Tommy Donbavand

Author:Tommy Donbavand [Donbavand, Tommy]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
ISBN: 9781406327304
Publisher: Walker Books Ltd
Published: 2009-05-09T16:00:00+00:00

Luke looked up at the illustrated witch. “The source of witch’s life. That’s your blood, isn’t it?” Nelly Twist nodded.

“You’re just going to give me some?” said Luke, eyeing the knife again.

“If you were to cut me now, all you would find would be the ink from Skipstone’s pen,” said Nelly. “I drew my blood a long time ago and it is hidden from those who do not deserve it.” As she spoke, her fingertips began to fade.

“What’s happening?” asked Cleo.

“The spell is wearing off,” said Nelly as her arms vanished into clouds of pencil dust. “We do not have much time.” She fixed Luke’s eyes with her own. “You are certain you wish to help your parents leave Scream Street?”

Luke nodded. “I just want them to be happy.”

“And you, Luke Watson? What will make you happy?”

Luke glanced from Cleo to Resus, then back up at the outline of Nelly Twist’s face, suspended in the air. “Taking my family home.”

“Very well,” said Nelly as the final pencil line was dragged back into the book. “Shan, show them where to find my blood.”

The witch’s voice echoed away into silence. Her cat padded to the garden gate and sat, watching Luke.

“He wants you to follow him,” said Cleo.

Resus stooped to pick up Skipstone’s Tales of Scream Street. He closed the book and handed it to Luke. “Ready?” he asked.

Luke nodded and the trio made for the gate, stopping as a familiar green fist punched up through the soil in front of them. Doug’s head followed as the hole widened. Resus stared. Something wasn’t right.

“What’s that?” gasped Cleo, pointing to the zombie’s cheek. A rat was clamped onto the side of Doug’s face, teeth buried deep in his dead, cracked flesh. The zombie ripped the rat away, losing a chunk of skin in the process. The rodent squealed as it was hurled over the garden wall.

“Doug, are you OK?” asked Luke, crouching down next to him. He froze as he saw two glistening fangs push their way into the zombie’s broken smile.

“Never better, little dude!” beamed Doug, licking his new teeth with a long black tongue and eyeing Luke’s throat. “Although I sure am thirsty!”

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