The Foul Mouth and the Troubled Boomworm (The King Henry Tapes Book 3) by Raley Richard

The Foul Mouth and the Troubled Boomworm (The King Henry Tapes Book 3) by Raley Richard

Author:Raley, Richard [Raley, Richard]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2013-05-08T16:00:00+00:00


Session 29

The hum of the Asylum’s especially annoying alarm brought a smile to my face. A real smile for once. Not often I show those. Feral grin . . . sure. Smirk . . . that too. Real smile . . . very rare. Ceinwyn Dale I’m not.

I was exhausted, but I hardly felt it. Too excited, too amped up for what was going to be an amazing day. Day went the way I planned it . . . oh shit would it give me a revenge chubby. Day went the way it wasn’t supposed to go then that meant I got to play another match of Winter War against the Eriksons. Not so bad for a consolation prize.

Exhausted: a night in the Infirmary, training and Winter War watching the next day, then a night sneaking around the Asylum with Raj at my back. Poor guy, he was out of his element. More ways than one. Cryomancers don’t burn hot enough for revenge. Don’t have what it takes to stoke the fire. They say revenge is a dish best served cold, but that’s a lie people tell. Revenge is hard to come by, so they take the cold scraps and call it good. Hot revenge, messy, wonderful, in your face, nothing-can-stop-it revenge . . .

The earth we walk is cold . . . but if you dig deep enough you’ll always find magma.

I like my revenge served hot.

Just like a hot stack of pancakes.

Just like a warm, slightly crisped waffle.

Who don’t love pancakes and waffles for breakfast?

I know the Eriksons do . . . know most the school does . . .

Exhausted or not, I popped out of bed ready to sing a song with some blue cartoon birds flapping around me tweeting the chorus. I opened my cupboard, pulled out the black necromancer colors of my Winter War team, and laid them out like a good boy. I’d have whistled but that would have made my class suspicious.

I wanted my gift to be a surprise for them too.

Curtain open, I waved at a few of the other kids as I made my way to the showers. Pocket nodded, having a hard time waking up. Instead of dodging Naomi and her friends who wanted to ask him out, he’d spent yesterday dodging a Naomi who wanted to chew him out for not picking her. Naomi had even confronted Sabine about stealing her date. Really shouldn’t have slapped her . . . not worth the black eye Naomi got in return.

Raj couldn’t meet my gaze. He’d tried to talk me out of what I did no less than four times. I’d eventually told him a lie about how Miranda liked rebellious guys—which she could. I mean . . . I don’t know how ginger minds work—and that shut him up long enough to be a good lookout.

Miranda herself scowled at me as I walked past. Nothing new there.

Valentine smiled at me. “You strutting?”

“Always!”

“Hard to tell with such little legs,” she teased.

Scowl from Hope, roll of the eyes from Debra, fierce concentration from Welf.



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