Queen of the Fae: Book Two in the Fae Unbound Series (Fae Unbound Teen Young Adult Fantasy Series) by Jill Nojack Page B
Authors: Jill Nojack
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wham! Dad makes me feel like I've done something terrible.” Lizbet stirred her cup of chocolate vigorously. “I mean, I know it was maybe dumb to offer to take Bobby flying, but you said you thought he was feeling left out, and I just wanted him to know that I hadn't forgotten about him."
"I think that's sweet, Lizzie. Although offering to take him flying may have been a little over the top. We'd have to discuss that. And it would have to be not too far off of the ground...what am I saying? It's so difficult to believe that you can fly!"
"Yeah, it was pretty amazing."
"I can imagine. I wish I could! It would save me a lot of complaining about the traffic."
Lizbet laughed. "Yeah, well, I'm not great at it. It kinda took me by surprise."
Lizbet's mother sat down next to her and patted her hand. "I'll talk to your father about this. And I'll win. Until then, just stay out of his way. You'll see Bobby tomorrow night, and maybe by then you can show us both how well you fly."
Tanji smacked her father's hand as he tried to sneak a spoonful of the stew she was stirring on the stove. "You can wait until Mom gets home! She's only home from New York a couple days per week and you can't wait for her?"
"You're more like her every day. You certainly are quick on the draw...let me run something by you about gnomes."
"Sure, go for it..."
"Today, I tried to remove a huddle of gnomes and they didn't respond to the ceramic lures. In fact, the gnomes destroyed as many of them as they could. What do you think of that?"
"That's plenty weird. As far as I know, fae gnomes have worshipped garden gnomes since people first started making them. Before that, their gods were pieces of driftwood or stones that had a gnomish form. They have a big worship thing—they always build their burrows around objects that represent gods to them. Was there already anything there that they could be worshipping instead?"
"Not that I know of. They're also not dug in for this burrow. They've built one out of cardboard on the second floor of Steve Moore's apartment complex."
"Lizbet's dad?"
"The same. He has Bobby staying over there, and the gnomes are camped out on his doorstep."
"You know, Lizbet told me that the gnomes put the statues at her mom's house in the trash. I guess I didn't think about how weird that is given what I know about gnomes. I'm going to have to find out more. I was just getting ready to do that blog for you about gnomes and their beliefs, and now maybe I don't know as much about it as I thought."
"Yeah, well...Steve wasn't real pleased when I told him that his gnomes weren't responding to the usual lures and that I'd have to come up with something else. So, if you find anything out that I can use, let me know right away. The last thing I need is for this new business to fail because I can't manage what I've said I'm going to do...but the good news is, the Johnson's huddle went right for their new god and are merrily burping away out by the cabin."
"It's a good thing Gramps doesn't use that broken down cabin anymore and turned the land over to you."
"I'll say. I'm thinking about turning the cabin into a pixie house. What do you think?"
"I think you better make sure my pixie wards work first. No way are you going to want your work following you home when you're dealing with pixies. I also think you’re going to need something more than wards. Fortunately, I found an entire chapter in Langoureth’s book about how to keep them from breeding."
Thomas continued chanting, and as he did, a faint blue light extended from his hands and surrounded James's body. At the window, one of the wisps slowly drew closer and closer to James's still form. Then, responding to what was now an irresistible attraction, the wisp rushed toward and into James's chest, disappearing. The faint blue light brightened and the aura around James's body hummed for just a moment, then quieted.
Another wisp followed. Then another, and another, and
"I think that's sweet, Lizzie. Although offering to take him flying may have been a little over the top. We'd have to discuss that. And it would have to be not too far off of the ground...what am I saying? It's so difficult to believe that you can fly!"
"Yeah, it was pretty amazing."
"I can imagine. I wish I could! It would save me a lot of complaining about the traffic."
Lizbet laughed. "Yeah, well, I'm not great at it. It kinda took me by surprise."
Lizbet's mother sat down next to her and patted her hand. "I'll talk to your father about this. And I'll win. Until then, just stay out of his way. You'll see Bobby tomorrow night, and maybe by then you can show us both how well you fly."
Tanji smacked her father's hand as he tried to sneak a spoonful of the stew she was stirring on the stove. "You can wait until Mom gets home! She's only home from New York a couple days per week and you can't wait for her?"
"You're more like her every day. You certainly are quick on the draw...let me run something by you about gnomes."
"Sure, go for it..."
"Today, I tried to remove a huddle of gnomes and they didn't respond to the ceramic lures. In fact, the gnomes destroyed as many of them as they could. What do you think of that?"
"That's plenty weird. As far as I know, fae gnomes have worshipped garden gnomes since people first started making them. Before that, their gods were pieces of driftwood or stones that had a gnomish form. They have a big worship thing—they always build their burrows around objects that represent gods to them. Was there already anything there that they could be worshipping instead?"
"Not that I know of. They're also not dug in for this burrow. They've built one out of cardboard on the second floor of Steve Moore's apartment complex."
"Lizbet's dad?"
"The same. He has Bobby staying over there, and the gnomes are camped out on his doorstep."
"You know, Lizbet told me that the gnomes put the statues at her mom's house in the trash. I guess I didn't think about how weird that is given what I know about gnomes. I'm going to have to find out more. I was just getting ready to do that blog for you about gnomes and their beliefs, and now maybe I don't know as much about it as I thought."
"Yeah, well...Steve wasn't real pleased when I told him that his gnomes weren't responding to the usual lures and that I'd have to come up with something else. So, if you find anything out that I can use, let me know right away. The last thing I need is for this new business to fail because I can't manage what I've said I'm going to do...but the good news is, the Johnson's huddle went right for their new god and are merrily burping away out by the cabin."
"It's a good thing Gramps doesn't use that broken down cabin anymore and turned the land over to you."
"I'll say. I'm thinking about turning the cabin into a pixie house. What do you think?"
"I think you better make sure my pixie wards work first. No way are you going to want your work following you home when you're dealing with pixies. I also think you’re going to need something more than wards. Fortunately, I found an entire chapter in Langoureth’s book about how to keep them from breeding."
Thomas continued chanting, and as he did, a faint blue light extended from his hands and surrounded James's body. At the window, one of the wisps slowly drew closer and closer to James's still form. Then, responding to what was now an irresistible attraction, the wisp rushed toward and into James's chest, disappearing. The faint blue light brightened and the aura around James's body hummed for just a moment, then quieted.
Another wisp followed. Then another, and another, and
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