The Foul Mouth and the Pit of No Return (The King Henry Tapes Book 6) by Raley Richard

Author:Raley, Richard [Raley, Richard]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2016-12-16T16:00:00+00:00

Ceinwyn took to geo-surfing a lot less like it was a roller-coaster and a lot more like it was a double-decker bus ride through the streets of London. Guess it fit though. Ceinwyn Dale, for all her drive and power had never been an in-the-wild kind of person. In another time, another world, she would’ve been a debutante. Riding in carriages, pampered by servants. She had a lot more in common with the Old Mancy families than I liked to admit. Was a lot more Old Mancy than I liked to admit.

She was Ceinwyn . . . she was on my side again, but I still couldn’t see her getting dirty while trekking out in the woods, or hopping on the back of a motorcycle, or queuing up at Six Flags. Sure, she traveled to exotic places, took plenty of risks in bringing mancers to the Asylum, but I had never pictured her doing so in any way but the most elegant one. Even on the cross-country trip we took together, it was always the nicest hotel rooms possible, with a fully decked out luxury car during the day. Only time she slummed it was with food, and even then only if it was Mom and Pop specials.

She rode on the dirtboard like it was a chariot and I was her steed. Hand clasped on my belt, leaning back behind me. Eyes on the land and the mushrooms, quickly catching sight of any strange wildlife that might cross our path. She took my binoculars from me and her gaze lingered on the farmstead with the waterwheel when we got a clear view of it, just like Val had. Not easy viewing even all the way up here, but clear enough that you could see black-skinned Sawaephim moving about on the property.

“Why does it feel so wrong?” she eventually whispered, mostly to herself.

“Tweet fucking tweet,” I told Ceinwyn.

Her face broke out in surprise. “No birds! Of course!”

“Got some of the stuff we do, especially all sorts of pigs, but nothing that properly flies above the ground,” I explained. “We’re back in the 1700s basically, some tech, not exactly on the lines that Earth took. Great mechanical knowledge, lacking in the chemical or biological. They still ride horses . . . or bears.”

“Bears?”

“I’ve seen it myself or I’d think Poug was pulling my dick.”

“What else have you seen?” Ceinwyn asked, rightly skeptical about it all.

“Not much here, just this valley. Fresno comes out in the middle of a mushroom forest. Lot more animals in that . . . steeltusks and these weird armadillo-wolves. Very Robin Hood and his merry, pointy-eared men. Village to the north, about where Visalia is at, but T-Bone would never let me visit.”

“You brought Tyson here?”

“Told you he knew about it!” I yelled back over my shoulder.

“I thought you meant the artifact, not that. Good Mancy, you’re a worse influence than I ever could have imagined . . .”

“Your fault. Know you put us together so I could get him out of his shell and so he could calm me down.

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