Read Online The Wicked Passage (A Blake Wyatt Adventure) by N.M. Singel - Free Book Online

Dragonbreath’s, but no way was Blake going to hang around to find out. He tucked the chronicle under his arm and plowed butt-first through the thick grass until his foot stuck in a pool of purple squish. He tried pulling away from it but instead landed on his back in the spongy mud. Purple gummy clay caked his hair, his clothes, and probably the chronicle. He looked up as he heard the book speak.
    “So sad, just so, so sad.” The chronicle hovered above him.
    Blake rolled to his side. Muck dropped off the book’s binding in clumps and splattered on his face. The slime oozed down his forehead and into his eyes. Blake wiped it from his face. “Some superhero, huh?”
    “A tragic funeral in the darkness. All because of the frailty of the last sapphire traveler,” the book said.
    Blake struggled to his feet. “What are you talking about?”
    “We had so much hope for you, Blakemore. Now I fear the end is upon us. Dagonblud will succeed after all.”
    “Quit calling me Blakemore. My name’s Blake. Can’t ya just talk normal for once? I almost got my butt kicked by Dragonbreath, and now I have to listen to you talk like a dictionary.”
    The chronicle floated quietly about a foot from his face, as though it was staring at him, thinking.
    “My apologies, Blake. Your ignorance is not your fault.”
    “Gee, thanks.” He wiped more purple goo from his face.
    “You do not yet understand the science of your world--but soon you will.” The book flipped its cover open and flattened the sapphire grass around them in a fraction of a second. Tall blue grass fluttered in the distance. The breeze blew sugary air across the field.
    The bulldogs appeared from the waving blades. They padded through the mud toward him, occasionally stopping to sniff the ground.
    “The invisible made visible,” the book said. “The unknown made known.”
    “You knew where the bulldogs were all along?”
    “In Saphir Pré, nothing is as it seems.”
    Blake snorted. “Yeah, like tell me something else I didn’t know.”
    The Parabulls trudged closer.
    The blue grass changed into bright misty blobs of red. He stumbled backwards. Green mist appeared to his right and yellow mist to his left. Blake turned around. The fog was dark blue. He tried to touch the colors, but his hand moved through the mist. “Cool trick, but I’m done with all this.”
    “It is pretty cool, isn’t it?” MacArthur emerged from the red fog. His bulldog voice resonated strong and sure, like that coming-attraction guy at the movies. “This is how the world looks from the inside out.”
    Guinevere appeared from the green haze. “Poor boy, so much to learn.”
    “You guys talk?” Hey, the book talks, too, he thought, so why should I be surprised.
    Guinevere surveyed the haze. “This beautiful, strange place has always been here.” She turned to Blake. “You were just never able to see it.”
    “So is this like magic or something?”
    “Magic? Of course not,” MacArthur said. “It’s science.”
    “This doesn’t look like anything I ever saw in a science class.”
    MacArthur grunted. “Maybe it should’ve been. This is how all science begins--quantum physics, the smallest particle that you can’t see or hear or touch. You should know about this.”
    “But now you can see it,” Guinevere said. “Knowledge. Truth. Energy. Matter. Each tiny bit makes up the whole. It’s how things work. You’re just seeing it up close.”
    Blake looked around.
    “All things have energy, Blake, a flower, a bird, you . . . everything.”
    “So? What does that have to do with anything?”
    The bulldogs looked at each other.
    “Everything,” MacArthur blurted out. “It’s the power that commands this universe.”
    “Yeah, right. Like a flower or a bird commands the universe.”
    Guinevere said, “In a way, you all do. Where do you think all this energy comes from?”
    “I don’t know. I never really thought about--”
    MacArthur interrupted. “Maybe I can explain