Curse of the Lost Grove by Denise R. Graham

Author:Denise R. Graham [Graham, Denise R.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-7869-3829-2
Publisher: Wizards of the Coast Publishing
Published: 2005-07-15T00:00:00+00:00

“I thought you said those were parlor tricks!” Driskoll shouted at Kellach. Globs of pudding were flying his way. He grabbed a platter and used it as a shield.

Kellach dodged a tomato sailing right for him. “The other stuff was,” he called back. “I don’t know what this is!”

Meanwhile, dinner rolls rose out of their baskets and hurled themselves at Madame Yenska. One after another, they bounced off her head as she stumbled to her feet.

Arms flung up to fend off the barrage of baked goods, the medium backed toward the door. “Uh-oh. Uh, gotta go,” she called. “It’s been nice doing business with you, Mr. Quiglye. No, don’t get up. We’ll see ourselves out. And don’t worry. I’ll send you my bill.”

The knives and forks holding her helper clattered to the floor. As soon as he was free, Purple raced after his retreating leader.

Moyra grabbed the nearest white form with both hands. She gave it a quick tug, and it slipped into a tangled heap at her feet.

“Ha! I knew it was just a tablecloth,” she said as the fabric fell away. Then she hesitated.

Removing the cloth revealed absolutely nothing.

“There’s nothing under here,” she said in a puzzled tone. She lifted the cloth, looking in all the folds, examining it for tricks. “Then what …?”

She looked at the other white forms. Her face went nearly as white as the tablecloths.

All the white forms swarmed toward Moyra. She backed away, but her feet got tangled in the cloth she had dropped on the floor.

She went down, and the white forms surrounded her. In seconds, they buried her.

Driskoll and Kellach ran to help her. Chairs rose into the air and placed themselves between the brothers and their friend, fending them off like invisible animal trainers fighting off lions.

The torches went out. Driskoll heard a series of crashes and cries for help. Then silence fell over the dining room.

Kellach fired off a quick incantation. Light flared, filling the room.

Driskoll found himself sprawled across a table where he’d stumbled trying to escape the attack of the chairs.

The dining room was a disaster area. The shattered remains of plates and glasses littered the floor. Tables and chairs lay on their sides. Food was flung everywhere.

Quiglye sat on the floor with the tambourine pulled down to his ears. Moyra thrashed around making growling noises, trying to find her way out from under the pile of tablecloths. Kellach stood with the back of his apprentice robes pulled up over his head like a shawl.

Then the walls caught Driskoll’s eye. Smeared all over them in large, dark red letters were warnings:

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