The Obsidian Dagger by Brad A. LaMar

Author:Brad A. LaMar
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Warlock, Celtic Knot Charm, Celtic Mythology, Obsidian Dagger, Fantasy Series, Scotland, Young Adult Fantasy, Fiction, Fantasy, Witch, Ireland, Leprechaun, Brad A. LaMar, Sidhe, Merrow
Publisher: Light Messages Publishing
Published: 2014-06-09T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

Merrows

Looking around the deck of the Clair, Brendan began to worry. It was like stepping onto an already sunken boat with its barnacles, warped floor planks, and rusted bands and eyehooks. Brendan didn’t know much about boats, but he recognized that this ship was not one he would want to be sailing on. The deck was a mess with beer cans and chip bags settled into nooks and rotted out deck chairs thrown askew without the hope of luring a rear end.

It was odd that Dorian would want to take this heap across the channel, but it was even more odd to him that he seemed to be the only one who looked concerned. For a moment he had thought that Lizzie might be sharing his opinion, but after considering it for a moment he just assumed that she was only grossed out.

Brendan was standing next to Dorian. He leaned in and said, “Uh, are you sure about this? I mean, I still got that money my dad left for me.”

Dorian raised her eyebrow and smiled. “We don’t need money for this boat, silly.”

“No kidding,” Brendan replied sarcastically. “But we may need tetanus shots when we’re done with this trip.”

Lizzie nodded, but Dorian just ignored him. She strolled over to her uncle and placed her bag on a wobbly table.

“The payment is in there, I assume,” Sean said, angling his eyes towards the bag.

Dorian nodded. She reached in and pulled out an odd assortment of items. Brendan and Lizzie looked at each other with confused glances. She laid the leather-bound book from the village on the table. It had seen better days, but the binding was still holding up. She also placed a soup ladle down with a clank. Brendan allowed his eyes to travel from the ladle to Sean and a small twinkle shown in the old man’s eyes. The last item was a small baggie filled with maroon-colored roots.

“This is all I have, Sean,” said Dorian.

Sean looked the items over once more and scrunched up his face. “I need the iodine to make it work, deary.”

Lizzie perked up. “Iodine? Wait a tick.” She reached into her own bag and dug around for a moment. She pulled out a small brown bottle and held it aloft. “Will this do?”

Sean took the bottle and examined it. He opened it up and took in a large whiff. He grinned a gummy grin and nodded. “Should do just fine.”

“What do you need all that stuff for?” Brendan asked, looking at the junk on the table.

Sean motioned for the group to follow him. He hobbled the length of the boat until he reached the helm. Perched on a thin table was a small cauldron. Sean added the roots and the iodine to an already boiling concoction and used the ladle to stir it around. “We need a little energy to get this old boat going.”

“And the book contains the spell that makes it all work?” asked Brendan.

Sean chuckled. “No, I loaned the book to Duncan and Dorian was nice enough to bring it back to me.

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