Monsters, Magic, & Mayhem: Bubba the Monster Hunter Season 4 by John G. Hartness

Author:John G. Hartness [Hartness, John G.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Falstaff Books
Published: 2018-08-08T22:00:00+00:00

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“It might have been the right thing to do, Bubba, but that don’t change the fact that we’re in another damn Fairyland dungeon,” Skeeter grumbled.

“I don’t know what you’re all complaining about,” Mama said from her bunk. “I find the novelty of this entire adventure quite thrilling.” She sat cross-legged on her bunk, a placid smile on her face and no evidence of creepy-crawlies or bitey little critters anywhere around her. I guess Summer Court bugs don’t like Winter Court flesh. Nah, that don’t hold water. Mama’s half Summer Fae.

“Mrs.—Sorry, Ygraine—I think you might be forgetting that when you were living in the lap of brainwashed luxury back at Mab’s palace, we were in the dungeon there, too.” Joe paced the front of our cell, occasionally shoving his face up against the bars to see where the guards were. “I think they’ve left us alone for the moment. What’s the plan, Bubba?” Joe turned back to me with a look of such hope on his face it was almost heartbreaking. I swear, he looked like a kid just getting out of bed on Christmas morning before he runs into the living room and sees that Santa Claus brought socks and underwear. Again.

“Plan?” I repeated. “Shit, Joe, I ain’t got a plan. My plan ran out of planning right about the time we got tossed into the damn dungeon. I mean, shit, I done broke out of this joint once, and the dungeon in the Winter Court, too. I figure that’s about two more dungeons than any one redneck oughta have to bust out of in a lifetime, so I am plumb out of ideas.”

Joe gaped at me for a full minute before he realized I was serious, then he slid down the bars to sit on the floor with me and Skeeter “Then what are we going to do?” he asked.

“Well, we got a couple of choices,” I said. “We can either try to come up with a way to bust out of here, which is gonna be tougher than usual on account of my already having done it once.”

“Or?” Amy asked, slapping her leg and muttering something under her breath about letting bugs run around in a castle.

“I haven’t quite figured out what the other option is yet,” I admitted after a pause.

“Perhaps I could be of assistance, then,” Mama said, standing up from her bunk and walking over to the door. She grabbed hold of the bars and gave them a good tug. She wasn’t screaming, and it didn’t look like her hands were on fire, so I reckoned the bars weren’t made of iron. She leaned into it, and I saw her shoulders tense up, and after a few seconds, her face turned red, and the veins started to pop out on her forehead. She looked about like she was going to blow a gasket, then she relaxed and slumped forward. “Perhaps I am not as strong as I once was,” she said, panting a little as she leaned against the bars.

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