Queen of the Fae: Book Two in the Fae Unbound Series (Fae Unbound Teen Young Adult Fantasy Series) by Jill Nojack
Authors: Jill Nojack
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for them to be so far away from a garden or a garden center."
"You take these gnomes out of here, and then stop by my wife's house and round up the rest of the huddle there. That's the job, okay? I don't want to have to deal with them anymore."
Ron was surprised by the man's brusqueness, but he knew that a lot of people were having a problem getting comfortable with the strange new world of creatures. "Got it. Just thinking out loud. Need to develop a game plan. I'll have to bring some of the lures up here."
"Whatever you need to do. Just get 'em out of here. I don't want Bobby having anything to do with them anymore."
"They're not dangerous, Steve, just annoying. Basically, I relocate them to someplace where they can be themselves without wrecking anyone's yard. They seem to like it in their new home. I'm even getting kind of fond of the little guys. Pixies...now, that's another story…vicious little things—fae equivalent of the mosquito but super-sized. We could do without. Tanji's working on designing some pixie wards to keep them away once we’ve cleared up an infestation."
"Just handle the gnomes, Ron." Steve went back into the apartment and closed the door.
Ron waved to Bobby, who was watching from the window, but then Bobby's father pulled the curtains shut quickly as the boy started to wave back.
"Huh, wonder what put a bee in his bonnet..." Ron squatted down to get a look at the lean-to burrow and smiled at one of the gnomes who peeked out at him from beneath it, "So...what are we gonna do with you?"
The gnome bared his teeth, and then pulled his head back into the mass of cardboard. Ron could hear all of the gnomes speaking at once, but he didn't understand much gnomish yet despite Tanji’s efforts to teach him. No matter what they were talking about, the gnomes were nowhere near a garden, so it should be easy to lure them into the truck and transport them to their new home.
He backed the truck up into the loading zone at the bottom of the stairway and lifted the back sliding door. Securely fastened at the front of the truck box interior was a five-foot-tall ceramic gnome with a full huddle of live gnomes he'd collected earlier in the day gathered at its base. A few of the eight gnomes turned to look at him when the door opened, but they quickly turned back to their newfound god once they’d identified him. Ron knew he didn't have to worry about any of them taking off if he left the door open. His experience with gnomes to this point showed them to be extremely predictable when in the presence of their new deity.
He grabbed a box full of smaller ceramic gnomes from the back of the truck and started up the stairs. As he went, he set them down in a path that led up to the back of the truck. He set the final one right in front of the cardboard burrow and gave a whistle to get the gnomes' attention.
The same gnome who'd popped his head out of the makeshift burrow before poked his head out again. He blew a raspberry at the ceramic gnome and disappeared. Ron raised an eyebrow. Well, there's something new.
Suddenly, all four gnomes came barreling out of the burrow toward the gnome. Ron was cheered by this—back to predictable gnome behavior, except... gloriosky! That's not supposed to happen .
The gnomes joined together to lift the ceramic gnome and loft it up and over the side of the railing. Ron heard it shatter as it hit the hard sidewalk below. The gnomes ran to the next one and repeated their actions. Ron started running then, hoping to outpace them and grab up the rest of the lures before the vandals got to them.
He was not going to enjoy explaining to Steve Moore that the gnomes appeared to be set on staying.
CHAPTER SEVEN
This Magic Moment
Thomas set a tray of brownies on the coffee table and slid them across to where James sat reading. "Try these. A bit of a different recipe than the last batch. Baking is nearly as demanding as magic."
"What, did you forget the chocolate?"
"Oh no, you'll
"You take these gnomes out of here, and then stop by my wife's house and round up the rest of the huddle there. That's the job, okay? I don't want to have to deal with them anymore."
Ron was surprised by the man's brusqueness, but he knew that a lot of people were having a problem getting comfortable with the strange new world of creatures. "Got it. Just thinking out loud. Need to develop a game plan. I'll have to bring some of the lures up here."
"Whatever you need to do. Just get 'em out of here. I don't want Bobby having anything to do with them anymore."
"They're not dangerous, Steve, just annoying. Basically, I relocate them to someplace where they can be themselves without wrecking anyone's yard. They seem to like it in their new home. I'm even getting kind of fond of the little guys. Pixies...now, that's another story…vicious little things—fae equivalent of the mosquito but super-sized. We could do without. Tanji's working on designing some pixie wards to keep them away once we’ve cleared up an infestation."
"Just handle the gnomes, Ron." Steve went back into the apartment and closed the door.
Ron waved to Bobby, who was watching from the window, but then Bobby's father pulled the curtains shut quickly as the boy started to wave back.
"Huh, wonder what put a bee in his bonnet..." Ron squatted down to get a look at the lean-to burrow and smiled at one of the gnomes who peeked out at him from beneath it, "So...what are we gonna do with you?"
The gnome bared his teeth, and then pulled his head back into the mass of cardboard. Ron could hear all of the gnomes speaking at once, but he didn't understand much gnomish yet despite Tanji’s efforts to teach him. No matter what they were talking about, the gnomes were nowhere near a garden, so it should be easy to lure them into the truck and transport them to their new home.
He backed the truck up into the loading zone at the bottom of the stairway and lifted the back sliding door. Securely fastened at the front of the truck box interior was a five-foot-tall ceramic gnome with a full huddle of live gnomes he'd collected earlier in the day gathered at its base. A few of the eight gnomes turned to look at him when the door opened, but they quickly turned back to their newfound god once they’d identified him. Ron knew he didn't have to worry about any of them taking off if he left the door open. His experience with gnomes to this point showed them to be extremely predictable when in the presence of their new deity.
He grabbed a box full of smaller ceramic gnomes from the back of the truck and started up the stairs. As he went, he set them down in a path that led up to the back of the truck. He set the final one right in front of the cardboard burrow and gave a whistle to get the gnomes' attention.
The same gnome who'd popped his head out of the makeshift burrow before poked his head out again. He blew a raspberry at the ceramic gnome and disappeared. Ron raised an eyebrow. Well, there's something new.
Suddenly, all four gnomes came barreling out of the burrow toward the gnome. Ron was cheered by this—back to predictable gnome behavior, except... gloriosky! That's not supposed to happen .
The gnomes joined together to lift the ceramic gnome and loft it up and over the side of the railing. Ron heard it shatter as it hit the hard sidewalk below. The gnomes ran to the next one and repeated their actions. Ron started running then, hoping to outpace them and grab up the rest of the lures before the vandals got to them.
He was not going to enjoy explaining to Steve Moore that the gnomes appeared to be set on staying.
CHAPTER SEVEN
This Magic Moment
Thomas set a tray of brownies on the coffee table and slid them across to where James sat reading. "Try these. A bit of a different recipe than the last batch. Baking is nearly as demanding as magic."
"What, did you forget the chocolate?"
"Oh no, you'll
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