Myth-Told Tales (Myth, Book 13)
Robert Asprin, Jody Lynn Nye
Language: English
Pages: 121
ISBN: 1592220010
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
There are no tales like...
Myth-Told Tales
It's a nightmare when master magician Skeeve and Aahz the Pervect fall into Dreamland...
Massha gets married with something old, something new, something borrowed, and something blew...up.
Bunny turns to Skeeve for help when an inter-dimensional beauty contest turns ugly.
Reality shows were never quite like this. Eligible bachelors vie to win Princess Gloriannamarjolie's hand-if not her heart...
Join Skeeve, Aahz, Massha, Tananda, Bunny, Gleep, the Fairy Godfather, and random myth-ical creatures in eight stories that span the manic MYTH universe. Robert Asprin and Jody Lynn Nye have compiled their favorite tales-and concocted some new ones-for this hilarious collection of myth-adventures...
Harry Potter E il Prigioniero D'Azkaban (Harry Potter, Libro 3)
Dreamwalker (The Ballad of Sir Benfro, Book 1)
The Hollow Bettle (The Poisons of Caux, Book 1)
Furies of Calderon (Codex Alera, Book 1)
Pookie, was wearing one of her favorite action leather jumpsuits with multiple zippers, which both insured a skin-tight fit and held the tools of her trade. The Klahd, Spyder, was still working on her look, but today had set-tled for calf-high boots with fishnet stockings, a dark plaid mini-skirt, and a sleeveless black leather halter top, which left considerable portions of her midriff bare. All in all, she looked like a parochial schoolgirl gone Goth gone biker slut. What united their outfits.
Were the acces-sories, which was to say, the weapons. Throwing stars and knife hilts jutted from their sleeves and belts, along with various mysterious instruments a viewer hoped they would never see close enough to examine carefully. The fact that this mismatched duo and their weaponry went practically unnoticed was an indication of the nor-mal atmosphere and clientele of the tavern they were en-sconced in. “If I'm not slow, then why is it taking me so long to fig-ure out this whole adventurer.
Petherwick had commanded to be built a facility that must have been very much like the facility that he had left behind in Shoalmirk. “Behold the Treasury,” Howadzer said, with a flourish of his flabby hand. It was very impressive. Guido and Nunzio had seen it before, since they had made many visits to King-Mart, so they surveyed it with experienced eyes. I, on the other hand, had a good look. Like many castle strong-rooms, the King-Mart Trea-sury had been created in the shape of a round.
The contract, or won't you?" Tananda sat thoughtful for a moment. The rules of the Assassins' Guild were pretty strict. If she took the contract and didn't complete it for any other reason than her own death, then two new assassins would be dispatched from the Guildhall, one to finish off the original target, and one to take care of her. There would be nowhere to hide, not here, not in the Bazaar at Deva, one of her favorite haunts, or at home on Trollia. This was one of the many reasons why she.
To." Clearly he was not yet outraged enough to take action. Chumley signaled to Krans to start the next onslaught. The grinning Imp made a beeline for the king's per-sonal wine rack, under the guard of a butler and somme-lier. The two Nobs tried in vain to protect it from him, but he levitated them out of his way. “Hey, Cordu!” he shouted, holding up a bottle. "Chateau Punding '04. What do you think of this swill?" “Only the '03 was any good,” Cordu replied. “Pour it out!” “Right-o!” The.