grin.
“An electronet?” she asked. “How did you know it would do that?”
“I didn’t,” Key admitted a little timidly.
“You made an electronet intuitively.”
Key liked the word intuitively; she felt she understood it better now. Yes , she thought, I did make that more by feeling than by knowing . “You said that DIOS gives you things that you know how to work with,” she told the witch. “So I figured that DIOS made the dynabow for anyone to use at a moment’s notice.”
Miss Broomble turned around on her seat to look proudly at Key. “Well done!” she praised. “Now hold on to me tightly.”
The witch then faced front and gripped the handlebars. Key wrapped her arms around her middle just when Raithe got up and started kicking Crudgel to stop whining and get up, too. Miss Broomble revved the MotorHog. It sounded like a snarling beast. Shoots of fire streamed out from the smokestacks. Billows of black smoke spewed out, too. A whirring began beneath the seat.
Raithe glared at Key. “The Troll’s getting away!” she screamed at her gang. “Get her!”
Realizing then what Miss Broomble meant by Time flies and so do we, she now also grasped what the MotorHog would do. So she held on tighter to Miss Broomble’s middle, as the MotorHog began pushing itself off the floor.
Raithe, Crudgel, and their vampire gang got up, charged towards the turret angrily, and ducked inside right as Miss Broomble pressed a large green button on the dashboard. The MotorHog lifted off the ground and began hovering. The bottom of Key’s stomach tingled and felt ten times heavier, for the motion of the MotorHog was swift, and she had never ridden on anything that flew before.
She felt Raithe’s hand on the back of her neck and she feared she was done for. But right at that moment Miss Broomble yanked the handlebars towards the other direction. The MotorHog suddenly swerved around. Its weight knocked a few vampires over. Raithe’s grip faltered as she was knocked over, too. Miss Broomble then accelerated and the MotorHog shot out from the castle turret like a copper bullet.
As Key and Miss Broomble rocketed through the air across the Necropolis, Key looked over her shoulder and watched the castle get farther and farther behind them. The smokestacks were streaming out lines of black smoke, which enshrouded the castle turret in a thick black cloud. Just before Key faced front again, she happened to glimpse Raithe one last time, staggering out of the black smoke, coughing wildly, trying to wave it away from her blackened face.
Warhag came out of the black cloud next, padding her way very slowly, taking her time with the steady wrath of a volcano about to erupt. Her orange coat was completely blackened, all her grooming ruined. The slits of her glowing feline eyes narrowed as she watched Key and Miss Broomble soar off on the MotorHog. The message in her fiery glare was quite clear: “ Vengeance shall be mine .”
— CHAPTER NINE —
The Time Paradox
The MotorHog flew fast and high into the air, faster than Key had ever traveled in her life, soaring at a tremendous speed towards Old Queen Crinkle and Silas the Cybernetic Cyclops.
Overhead, the Un-snuff-outable Torchlights of the Dwarves glistered like countless twinkling stars. All around was a seemingly endless expanse of graves and tombs and countless other burial places for the Mostly Dead. Below them the City of the Dead looked like a blur, but Key could just barely glimpse the Grave of the Crow Prince, the Vault of Lamia the Vampire, the Churchyard of the Apparition Army, the Charnel House for the Criminally Insane Imps of Cheltenham, and not least of all she could also glimpse the Royal Crypt of the Goblin Queen, who would rise from her coffin every quarter-century to vie for the throne of Old Queen Crinkle.
Along the twisted roads of the Necropolis many of the Mostly Dead Mystical Creatures were going about their night as though nothing was out of the
“An electronet?” she asked. “How did you know it would do that?”
“I didn’t,” Key admitted a little timidly.
“You made an electronet intuitively.”
Key liked the word intuitively; she felt she understood it better now. Yes , she thought, I did make that more by feeling than by knowing . “You said that DIOS gives you things that you know how to work with,” she told the witch. “So I figured that DIOS made the dynabow for anyone to use at a moment’s notice.”
Miss Broomble turned around on her seat to look proudly at Key. “Well done!” she praised. “Now hold on to me tightly.”
The witch then faced front and gripped the handlebars. Key wrapped her arms around her middle just when Raithe got up and started kicking Crudgel to stop whining and get up, too. Miss Broomble revved the MotorHog. It sounded like a snarling beast. Shoots of fire streamed out from the smokestacks. Billows of black smoke spewed out, too. A whirring began beneath the seat.
Raithe glared at Key. “The Troll’s getting away!” she screamed at her gang. “Get her!”
Realizing then what Miss Broomble meant by Time flies and so do we, she now also grasped what the MotorHog would do. So she held on tighter to Miss Broomble’s middle, as the MotorHog began pushing itself off the floor.
Raithe, Crudgel, and their vampire gang got up, charged towards the turret angrily, and ducked inside right as Miss Broomble pressed a large green button on the dashboard. The MotorHog lifted off the ground and began hovering. The bottom of Key’s stomach tingled and felt ten times heavier, for the motion of the MotorHog was swift, and she had never ridden on anything that flew before.
She felt Raithe’s hand on the back of her neck and she feared she was done for. But right at that moment Miss Broomble yanked the handlebars towards the other direction. The MotorHog suddenly swerved around. Its weight knocked a few vampires over. Raithe’s grip faltered as she was knocked over, too. Miss Broomble then accelerated and the MotorHog shot out from the castle turret like a copper bullet.
As Key and Miss Broomble rocketed through the air across the Necropolis, Key looked over her shoulder and watched the castle get farther and farther behind them. The smokestacks were streaming out lines of black smoke, which enshrouded the castle turret in a thick black cloud. Just before Key faced front again, she happened to glimpse Raithe one last time, staggering out of the black smoke, coughing wildly, trying to wave it away from her blackened face.
Warhag came out of the black cloud next, padding her way very slowly, taking her time with the steady wrath of a volcano about to erupt. Her orange coat was completely blackened, all her grooming ruined. The slits of her glowing feline eyes narrowed as she watched Key and Miss Broomble soar off on the MotorHog. The message in her fiery glare was quite clear: “ Vengeance shall be mine .”
— CHAPTER NINE —
The Time Paradox
The MotorHog flew fast and high into the air, faster than Key had ever traveled in her life, soaring at a tremendous speed towards Old Queen Crinkle and Silas the Cybernetic Cyclops.
Overhead, the Un-snuff-outable Torchlights of the Dwarves glistered like countless twinkling stars. All around was a seemingly endless expanse of graves and tombs and countless other burial places for the Mostly Dead. Below them the City of the Dead looked like a blur, but Key could just barely glimpse the Grave of the Crow Prince, the Vault of Lamia the Vampire, the Churchyard of the Apparition Army, the Charnel House for the Criminally Insane Imps of Cheltenham, and not least of all she could also glimpse the Royal Crypt of the Goblin Queen, who would rise from her coffin every quarter-century to vie for the throne of Old Queen Crinkle.
Along the twisted roads of the Necropolis many of the Mostly Dead Mystical Creatures were going about their night as though nothing was out of the
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