The Grimm Chronicles, Vol. 4 by Isabella Fontaine & Ken Brosky

Author:Isabella Fontaine & Ken Brosky
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Dystopian, Action & Adventure, Fantasy, Mythology & Folk Tales, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Science Fiction, Fairy Tales, Teen & Young Adult, Literature & Fiction
Publisher: Brew City Press
Published: 2014-01-14T05:00:00+00:00

Blackness. Only this time, there was something else, too: a pair of golden eyes, too big to be human. A heavy, wet, guttural grunt echoed in the darkness. The black pupils moved left to right, left to right, left to right, as rhythmic as the swinging pendulum in the sausage’s home. Whatever it was … it was looking for me.

I woke with a sore muscle in my back and itchy eyes. Looks like you still feel pain here.

The sweet smell of cooked pancakes wafted into my nostrils. I sat up, rubbing my back and looking around. Flick was standing on one of the chairs in front of the stove, flipping pancakes onto a white porcelain plate. He grabbed a big wooden ladle and poured thick pancake batter into the skillet. It immediately sizzled and sent another fresh cloud of sweet steam into the air.

“You say this was all here when you found the place?” he asked.

The fox was sitting in front of the vanity mirror, eyes narrowed as if he didn’t quite trust his reflection. “Yes. Including the fully stocked basement, which has an abundance of carrots that appear to be impervious to rot.”

“Excellent,” Flick said. “I hate rotten food. Had enough of that on earth. Had a taste for the stuff on account of the Corruption. But I didn’t like it … the Corruption liked it.”

I let my legs hang off the edge of the bed. Sam and Seth were each laying on a fluffy rectangle of a blanket. Sam was lying near the kitchen area while Seth had chosen a spot under the table. Both stirred when Flick clanged the skillet against the stove’s iron grill.

Seth sat up, yawned, and found me with sleep-encrusted eyes. “You all right?”

I opened my mouth to answer, but nothing would come out. I felt like going back to sleep again. The idea of escaping this place had now become far less tempting.

Briar. You can’t be a Corrupted, Briar.

Seth got up and walked over. He gently grabbed my arm. “Let’s sit at the table. Come on, dudette.”

I let him lead me to the table. Sam was up, too, and had made his way to the mirror to try and right his bed hair. When he was done, he grabbed his suit coat from the brass hook hanging next to the entrance and put it on.

“Here ya go,” Flick said, setting the big plate of pancakes on the table. He brought over three-pronged forks and more plates, plus a little glass jar of maple syrup. “No honey, I guess.”

“Briar doesn’t like honey,” I whispered, closing my eyes to fight more tears.

“See, this is why I didn’t want the fox sitting on the table,” Seth said, using one of the forks to scoop two pancakes onto a clean plate. “Cause now we’re eating where his butt was.”

“Again, for the record: my butt is quite clean.” The fox walked over, glancing up at Seth and making a squeaky little whining noise.

“What is it?” Seth asked.

“A pancake would be nice.

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