The Dastardly Dragon Killer and the Poisoned Breath by Kelly Ethan

Author:Kelly Ethan [Ethan, Kelly]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kelly Bowerman
Published: 2020-03-30T16:00:00+00:00

Ten

Xandie ducked between mourners as she raced for a dead man who stopped to terrorize Es Penne. Xandie readied her salt bottle for a swing but dropped it as Es flamed the corpse. She lifted her salt-water bottle again when he continued to stumble toward the dragon teenager. Xandie squealed and flung the contents at the living-compromised man. The salt stuck and burned deeper than the dragon flames had.

The older man wobbled for a moment and then collapsed in a smoking pile at Es Penne’s feet. She stared at the figure. “In the movies when zombies get set on fire, they die. I guess real life isn’t like a TV show.” Es took off at a run toward her family.

“Sometimes I wonder about Point Muse. A secret reality TV show would explain so much about this town.” Xandie surveyed the battleground. Most of the mourners had fled and the Braun family had enclosed the funeral home with barricades and salt. The owners of Elysian Fields were necromancers and were on the roof of the main building chanting. But they’d had little luck in controlling the dead so far. The cauldron controlled the dead and until they salted it, the undead residents of Point Muse were funeral crashers.

“Xandie,” Priss yelled and waved her over to the side of the building. “We took down half a dozen zombies, but they keep coming.”

“When it’s a cemetery, I guess they have the numbers. Is everyone okay?”

“Yeah, they’re slow so we can avoid them. Most people left, except the necromancers, the dragons and us. And the police are staying next to the barricades.” Priss open and closed a hand. “I wish I had my sword.”

Xandie shuddered. “Wouldn’t help. Then there’d be pieces still trying to eat us.” She pointed to stray body parts moving on the grass. “Salt is the only thing that works. We need to salt the cauldron.”

Priss nodded. “Right. Any idea where it is?”

“The last time I saw it, Archibald had it. So, wherever he is?” Xandie peered past the building. The Harrows had split up and were salting in different areas. Marjorie, Es and Belle Penne were in one corner near the barricades, using flames to keep the walkers back from the car park. Ronald and Adelind holed up next to Archibald’s bier.

Elspeth shrieked as she ran past, “Aieeee.” She leaped onto the back of a walker and salted the man’s head before shifting onto another body. “I see you, Marjorie Thistle. Don’t think I don’t know you stole my hair-loss recipe. I’m coming for you.” Elspeth sang the last word and took off running, her late nemesis in her salt-killing sights.

Xandie sighed. “Elspeth’s enjoying this way too much for a calm peace-loving Harrow witch.”

“I got news for you. I don’t think any of the Harrows are calm.” Priss pointed to Xandie’s cousins flinging salt along with obscenities at the dead walking.

“I guess peace is overrated when you’re trying to stop a mob of dead party crashers.” Xandie pushed away from the building.

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