Wow, you guessed it in the first 20 minutes! See, this is why I usually lay traps 😈
First Challenge :
It’s Jack the Changeling from Steel’s Edge, in this sibling-chemistry defining gem:
“You!” A white glow sheathed George’s eyes. “Two weeks! I spent two weeks watching Parris, and you screwed it up for me. All you had to do was stay out of the way and watch for his people coming out. What the hell did you do?”
Jack shrugged. “I stole a fish.”
Richard hid a laugh. If he had a doubloon for each time he and Kaldar had had this precise conversation . . .
George’s blue eyes went wide. “Why?”
“I was hungry. And bored. But mostly hungry.” Jack spread his arms. “Look, I took one small fish, then the guy started screaming, so I slapped him with it. It wasn’t my fault he tripped and fell into a stall of fruit. So I laughed, and they all started chasing me.”
The rage written on George’s face imploded into icy determination. His voice was suddenly calm. “And so you had this pissed-off mob chasing you. Why did you lead them my way?”
Jack widened his eyes in mocking sincerity. “Because you needed a bath.”
Andrews, Ilona. Steel’s Edge, The Edge 4. Ace Books, 2012. Kindle edition, Chapter 5, 36% progress
Second Challenge
It’s Bug!
There’s a bee, which usually *swarms*- come on, I couldn’t put an actual bug there, it would have been too easy! A Frenchie to stand in for Napoleon (rip Napoleon) and a drone which that cockalorum still owes him!
Third Challenge
It’s Aunt B!
She *was* the leader of the Bouda clan, which is short on numbers but big on fierceness. Her name was Beatrice, like the guide in the Divina Commedia.
Her mate once glued all her furniture to her ceiling, including the cat carrier which contained the cat:
“We try to be funny.” His eyes sparkled. “My mom had to go out of town, and while she was gone, my dad glued all of her furniture to the ceiling.”
I pictured Aunt B walking into her house and finding all of her furniture upside down on the ceiling. Oh God. I couldn’t help grinning. “What did your mom think about that?”
“She was pissed about the cat.”
I stared at him. “Your dad . . . ?”
“Oh no.” Raphael shook his head. “No, he didn’t glue the cat to the ceiling—that would be cruel. But she had this wire-cage cat carrier, and he glued that to the ceiling and stuffed the cat into it.”
I saw where it was going, but it was too good to interrupt and I tried to hold the laughter in.
“The cat got pissed off and peed all over the place, and because the carrier was upside down, it went straight through the bars. The ceiling fan was on at the time, and the draft made the pee into a sort of mist . . .”
Andrews, Ilona. Magic Strikes, Kate Daniels 3. Ace Books, 2009. Kindle edition, page 203
Hope you had fun,
Mod R (not slim, most definitely shady)
