Dan the Warlord: A Gamelit Harem Fantasy Adventure by Hondo Jinx

Author:Hondo Jinx [Jinx, Hondo]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Urban Fantasy, Supernatural, Harem
Amazon: B07M62GW43
Publisher: Hondo Jinx
Published: 2018-12-25T06:00:00+00:00

20

A Sight for Sore Eye

They ascended the stairs, climbing higher and higher into the heart of the great mountain.

Dan had to grin.

Agatha was practically giddy. She hummed happily as they scaled the seemingly never-ending stairs, a huge smile on her pretty, pink face. She had curled her hair again and looked gorgeous.

“Slow down,” Dan said again. It was a good thing the others had waited at the base of the mountain. He was strong, long-legged, and had grown up as a Ridge Runner in the Endless Mountains, and yet was still having a hard time keeping up with the cyclops. Agatha’s pace would have destroyed the others.

“Oh, sorry,” Agatha laughed, waiting for him. “I’m just so excited to see my family. I haven’t been home in a long, long time.” She swept him into an abrupt hug, pressing his face again into her impressive cleavage. “Thank you so much for bringing me.”

“No problem,” Dan said. “It makes me happy to see you so happy. And if your mother agrees to build that big gun for us, I’m going to be even happier than you are.”

The gun was everything to him now. The Train Killer. That’s how Dan had come to think of the giant howitzer he was hoping to commission.

“I can’t wait for you to meet them,” Agatha said, and a cloud of anxiety passed over her sunny features. “I just wonder whether you will decide to marry my mother or one of my sisters.”

“Hey,” Dan said. “What did I tell you about that bullshit? No more.”

“Sorry,” Agatha said.

“And quit apologizing all the time,” Dan said.

“Sor—I mean… okay.”

They climbed for what seemed like another million miles. Agatha stopped from time to time to deactivate a trap. Dan marveled at these deadly devices, including a heavy grate of razors that would have sliced a party of adventurers into French fry-shaped slabs of meat and bone.

Agatha squealed with delight when they heard the distant clanging of hammers at work. From that point forward, Dan had to ask her to wait up every fifteen feet or so.

At long last, they topped the stairs and entered the heart of the mountain, a massive, high-vaulted chamber that was one-part cavern, one-part blacksmith shop of the gods. The air was almost unbearably hot and reminiscent of Agatha’s forge only writ large with smoke and coal dust and the stench of molten iron.

Agatha breathed deeply, and her eye fluttered shut as if in ecstasy. “Mm,” she sighed. “How I’ve missed that smell.”

Dan could barely breathe but said nothing, not wanting to piss on her happy homecoming.

When Agatha reopened her eye, it glistened with tears of joy. She wiped these and laughed. “Mustn’t let Mother see me crying. She despises weakness.”

“She’ll be overjoyed to see you, even if you’re crying,” Dan said.

“Do you really think so?” Agatha said, and there was something pitiful in her hopefulness that angered Dan. It was more than her insecurity. It was also what those insecurities suggested. Agatha always sang praises of her

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