Dragon Noir (Pixie for Hire Book 3) by Sanderson Cedar

Author:Sanderson, Cedar [Sanderson, Cedar]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Stonycroft Publishing
Published: 2015-03-26T16:00:00+00:00

Three Dragons

It was still night. I didn’t think I was getting any more sleep, though. I sprinted up the corridor and into a hall where there had been no Bella tracks. She didn’t seem interested in very early human history. Then again, I didn’t think she could read runes or hieroglyphs. I was heading for the room where I’d first blundered out of my bubble. With all the bins, it would be a good place to hide. For a while.

With no hope of success, I sent a message to Alger. I may have sounded a little testy. I was beyond caring about that. Then I hunkered and made myself think small and silent. I couldn’t hear anything. After several minutes of this, I relaxed and slumped to the floor. It was cold and uncomfortable.

Well, shit. I’d gotten cocky, and it had bitten me. Whether it was the cushion, or moving the books, she was after me now. I’d lost my bedding, and that I didn’t carry back-ups for. I pulled a long coat out of my stash, which was significantly smaller, and wrapped up in it. It was going to be a long time until morning.

By morning’s first gray dim, I was cold, stiff, and had an idea. I got up and worked out the kinks, before munching survival rations – that was how low I’d gotten, down to the sardines packed in mustard sauce – and washing it down with cold water. Coffee was not an option. Once I was fueled up, I headed for the statuary hall, ignoring the other pressure.

I couldn’t leave the Library. Bella might kill me, but the monsters outside would certainly eat me, and I didn’t think I’d be able to access Lavendar’s dome. But if my theory was correct, there were two more wings of the Library. Bella was in one. The other I could access through the vast entrance gallery. I was hoping for another garden.

The hall was still. I sneaked from statue to statue, keeping them between me and the doorway where Bella’s nest was. I kept stopping to listen. Something was bothering me. It wasn’t a noise, really. It was more a vibration.

I made my way around a familiar Medusa head, and almost smacked into a wall. That wasn’t right. I couldn’t light anything to see what it was… I stretched out a hand and touched it. Warm, and covered in dinner-plate sized scales. Not Bella, her scales were smaller, more feathery.

I risked a tiny light. The wall was a metallic red, with a bit of gold just visible. Now, why hadn’t I thought of this before? I got my bearings from how the scales were laid out, and started toward Beaker’s head. He was fast asleep, wound around several statues delicately, like a cat on a shelf. I got to his head, feeling the soft vibration of his snores, and resisted the absurd urge to throw my arms around his muzzle in a hug like Bella did when she greeted him.

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