Finn Fancy Necromancy by Randy Henderson

Author:Randy Henderson
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781466859135
Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates

17

Peek-a-Boo

DAY 2

I woke early with a kink in my neck from sleeping on Mother’s reading sofa and snuck from the room without waking Father. 6:30 A.M. again. Damn it. I never used to be a morning person. The rules for changelings really should include one against messing with the host’s body clock.

I changed into a somewhat snug Thundarr the Barbarian T-shirt from my dresser, and went out to Pete’s cottage. I knocked on the door and heard the squeak of Pete getting off his bed, but he didn’t answer.

“Pete. Come on, bro. I’m sorry. I know I’ve lost your trust, and I feel like the biggest jerk in the world. But I swear I’ll do whatever it takes to make this up to you. Just give me the chance to start.”

Still no response. I wished time would speed up so I could get to the point where Pete didn’t hate me anymore.

“Petey, I’m begging here. I know you’re mad, and I don’t blame you. So hit me, or yell at me or something. But talk to me. Let me explain. We’ve already lost twenty-five years, I don’t want to lose any more time.”

I heard the floorboards creak, the sound approaching the door. But then silence again.

Damn it. This really sucked. I waited long enough to be sure he wouldn’t change his mind, then marched back inside. I’d taken it for granted that Pete would always bring the happiness and smiles no matter how crappy my own day was, or his. To know I’d helped to make him so unhappy made me feel like I’d just beat a unicorn to death with a Care Bear in front of a small child.

I would make this up to him.

I gathered some equipment from the necrotorium and then met Zeke in my bedroom.

“So what’s the plan?” Zeke asked, leaning against the door with his arms crossed. He still looked tired, but not ready to collapse at least.

I pulled the throw rug aside, revealing dark floorboards. “The plan, Sam I Am, is to find the clan if we can.”

I proceeded to set up the Kin Finder 2000. At least, that’s what I called Father’s invention. About the size of a microwave, it looked like half clockwork slot machine, half distillery, and half something that would pop out of Inspector Gadget’s hat. Yes, that’s one too many halves, but the Kin Finder 2000 looked like it had one too many halves. Still, it worked, and that’s all that mattered. In fact, despite Grandfather’s disapproval of Mother marrying a thaumaturge, Father’s inventions had helped give our family an advantage over some of the other necrotoriums who had larger families, or more money.

I turned the machine to align it to true north according to the compass on its top, then extended the mechanical arm with its thin tube and ring at the end. I slid a topless pen into the ring, and set the end of the tube into the pen. Finally, I set a piece of paper on the floor beneath it all.

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