Freke Wyrd Voodoo (Valhalla AWOL Book 3) by Steve Curry

Author:Steve Curry [Curry, Steve]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-10-31T22:00:00+00:00

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My eyes finally adjusted to what I came to see (pun intended) was a soft ambient light. It had just seemed like pitch black after all of the fluorescent level of lighting in Stige’s computer lab and kitchen. That’s also when I noticed I was not alone. There had to have been two dozen trolls in the large cavern at the bottom of two or three stories worth of steps.

Those steps were just as cunningly cut or crafted as the walls of the home above. The pitch was a little steep for my stride. Stige must have very long legs for someone of medium height at best. At worst, well, trolls can be upwards of seven or eight feet tall. Even the trollborn cross between a human and a troll was usually basketball player height. At worst? Stige was a midget of his kind.

Most of his kin below me did not fit into the same category. Any one of them would have towered over me by a foot or more. Strike that, any of the front ones would tower over me. The more my eyes adjusted the more I saw that not all of the inhabitants were trolls and not all of the trolls were adults.

Behind an impressive bulwark of seven-footers, was a mass of smaller folk. Some of them were much smaller. But even the littlest ones had eyes that were wide and disbelieving as they stared at me. Finally, the center of the front line guards took a step forward and spoke while hefting a weapon.

“What has happened to Stige and what are your intentions here undead man?” Maybe the statement and brandishing of arms was supposed to be intimidating. But when the weapon is a rolling pin, and the voice is something like Jessica Rabbit, what you get is less intimidating and much more jarring.

That voice just didn’t go with a creature near seven foot tall with curving tusks visible from her lower lip. This was one of the less human variants too. She even had a pair of ram horns curling back over her ears like a Princess Leia hairdo. My delay in answering her got a reaction that ratcheted up the intimidation factor by a wide margin.

She lifted her rolling pin and smashed it down, reducing the chair in front of her to several component pieces and a brief burst of wooden shrapnel. The sound was also not what one would expect from a typical store-bought rolling pin. A quick glance, maybe paired with an impulsive gulp, showed me that the implement was troll-sized, and typical troll material. It looked like it was made of granite or marble.

As a rolling pin, it probably made very fine crusts and layers of pastry dough. As a braining implement, it would undoubtedly make just as big a mess of my head as it had of the chair. I might not always use my head to its full potential, but I’ve grown fond of having it in place atop my thick neck.

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