The Legend Thief Read Online Free
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could you possibly take five broken things and make something that wasn't also broken?
"Are you sure they're closing early tonight?" Sky asked. "Positive," said Hands, whose mother owned the bowling alley. "Madge should've left over an hour ago. Marrowicks aren't violent, are they?"
"They're walking wax plants," T-Bone replied. "How violent can they be?"
"Gee, I don't know," Andrew responded sarcastically, "I seem to remember a certain Jack and Dovetail plant kicking our trash last summer."
"And Solomon Rose smacked us around with his Echo branches," Hands added. "I still have slivers in places I'd rather not mention."
T-Bone grunted in grudging agreement. Sky understood; it was hard to admit you'd been beaten up by a plant.
They jammed the spare garbage into their duffels and T-Bone dropped everything into a nearby sewer grate while everyone else waited by the Dumpster.
"So what's a Marrowick doing in a bowling alley in Exile? Why leave the safety of the north cemetery now after a year of hiding?" Crystal asked, staring thoughtfully at the bowling alleys broken door.
Sky raised his hood as he stepped from hiding. The others fell in line behind him. Since he was the only one who could talk to monsters, the others had selected him to lead the charge-every charge, even though talking almost never worked and monsters invariably mauled him as a result.
T-Bone and Hands thought it was hilarious.
"No idea why it's here," Sky replied. "Let's find out." Shockers crackled. Steam hissed. Metal creaked against metal.
Cats died.
Cringing against the agonizing disco beats, Sky reached for the door handle ... at which point the door promptly exploded off its remaining hinges and hammered him into the ground.
Chapter 2: Cut to the Wick
Sky scrambled out from under the door as a three-foot-tall monster lurched through. The monster-a Marrowick-walked on small stumpy feet and the tips of waxy wings that sprouted from its back and folded over its shoulders. Its melted face quirked to the right and sloped down into sunken cheeks and a lopsided chin. It stared at Sky with empty eye sockets, and as Sky watched, shiny white eyes bubbled to the surface, forming out of the wax.
The Marrowick let out a pathetic-sounding hiss as Sky climbed to his feet and slowly backed away.
"That doesn't look so bad," T-Bone muttered.
"Where's its mom, do you think?" Hands asked, looking around nervously.
"I don't think they have moms," Andrew replied. "They're plants."
"Everything's got a mom," Hands stated. Andrew and Crystal glared at him.
"Present company excluded, of course," Hands corrected.
"We want to help you-" Sky started, but before he could finish, the Marrowick charged.
Surprised, Sky raised his Pounder and pulled the trigger.
A glob of goopy ICE solution shot out and smashed into the Marrowick. The ICE ripped through the creature, splitting it in half. Sky stared at the two halves in horror, wondering what had gone so terribly wrong. He'd meant to freeze it, not hurt it!
And then, before his eyes, the halves re-formed, changing into two smaller versions of the original Marrowick.
Sky backed away.
A fluttering sound filled the alley, coming from the open door. "That sounds menacing," Andrew commented, raising his Cross-Shocker.
Scores of pint-size Marrowicks burst out of the bowling alley, shrieking, waxy fingers grasping.
"Oh, come on!" Sky yelled in frustration, hardly believing his bad luck. He fired and fired.
Marrowicks swooped at him. Sky hit his protective Shimmer and a blue nimbus of light shot up around him. The first horde of foot-tall Marrowicks crashed into the light and bounced off.
From the corner of his eye, he saw flashes of electricity and globs of ICE flying.
The Shimmer fell and another horde hit, lifting Sky into the air.
Crystal hit a Marrowick with ICE, and Andrew
"Are you sure they're closing early tonight?" Sky asked. "Positive," said Hands, whose mother owned the bowling alley. "Madge should've left over an hour ago. Marrowicks aren't violent, are they?"
"They're walking wax plants," T-Bone replied. "How violent can they be?"
"Gee, I don't know," Andrew responded sarcastically, "I seem to remember a certain Jack and Dovetail plant kicking our trash last summer."
"And Solomon Rose smacked us around with his Echo branches," Hands added. "I still have slivers in places I'd rather not mention."
T-Bone grunted in grudging agreement. Sky understood; it was hard to admit you'd been beaten up by a plant.
They jammed the spare garbage into their duffels and T-Bone dropped everything into a nearby sewer grate while everyone else waited by the Dumpster.
"So what's a Marrowick doing in a bowling alley in Exile? Why leave the safety of the north cemetery now after a year of hiding?" Crystal asked, staring thoughtfully at the bowling alleys broken door.
Sky raised his hood as he stepped from hiding. The others fell in line behind him. Since he was the only one who could talk to monsters, the others had selected him to lead the charge-every charge, even though talking almost never worked and monsters invariably mauled him as a result.
T-Bone and Hands thought it was hilarious.
"No idea why it's here," Sky replied. "Let's find out." Shockers crackled. Steam hissed. Metal creaked against metal.
Cats died.
Cringing against the agonizing disco beats, Sky reached for the door handle ... at which point the door promptly exploded off its remaining hinges and hammered him into the ground.
Chapter 2: Cut to the Wick
Sky scrambled out from under the door as a three-foot-tall monster lurched through. The monster-a Marrowick-walked on small stumpy feet and the tips of waxy wings that sprouted from its back and folded over its shoulders. Its melted face quirked to the right and sloped down into sunken cheeks and a lopsided chin. It stared at Sky with empty eye sockets, and as Sky watched, shiny white eyes bubbled to the surface, forming out of the wax.
The Marrowick let out a pathetic-sounding hiss as Sky climbed to his feet and slowly backed away.
"That doesn't look so bad," T-Bone muttered.
"Where's its mom, do you think?" Hands asked, looking around nervously.
"I don't think they have moms," Andrew replied. "They're plants."
"Everything's got a mom," Hands stated. Andrew and Crystal glared at him.
"Present company excluded, of course," Hands corrected.
"We want to help you-" Sky started, but before he could finish, the Marrowick charged.
Surprised, Sky raised his Pounder and pulled the trigger.
A glob of goopy ICE solution shot out and smashed into the Marrowick. The ICE ripped through the creature, splitting it in half. Sky stared at the two halves in horror, wondering what had gone so terribly wrong. He'd meant to freeze it, not hurt it!
And then, before his eyes, the halves re-formed, changing into two smaller versions of the original Marrowick.
Sky backed away.
A fluttering sound filled the alley, coming from the open door. "That sounds menacing," Andrew commented, raising his Cross-Shocker.
Scores of pint-size Marrowicks burst out of the bowling alley, shrieking, waxy fingers grasping.
"Oh, come on!" Sky yelled in frustration, hardly believing his bad luck. He fired and fired.
Marrowicks swooped at him. Sky hit his protective Shimmer and a blue nimbus of light shot up around him. The first horde of foot-tall Marrowicks crashed into the light and bounced off.
From the corner of his eye, he saw flashes of electricity and globs of ICE flying.
The Shimmer fell and another horde hit, lifting Sky into the air.
Crystal hit a Marrowick with ICE, and Andrew
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