Logan left one hand focused on the uprights, and then he moved his other hand over to the cross beams. He lit the first beam up with a jade fire and lifted it into the air. Carefully, he moved the wooden pole over to its resting place. One end sat on the beam where Rafe stood, and the other rested on the middle upright. As the cross beam approached, the goblin jumped up and grabbed it with both of his tiny hands. He gently guided the wooden beam into the slot on the top of the upright and then violently brought his fist down to knock it into place. Rafe hopped onto the crossbeam with one foot in front of the other and raised his hands up into the air. "This is Rafe Masterson's first attempt at the quadruple front-flip, a move that could very easily net him the gold." The goblin's voice and expressions went stern as he imitated an announcer. "Will he pull it off?" Rafe let out a grunt and somersaulted forward on the wooden beam, using his hands and feet to keep his momentum going at
She had completely redone the room, and it looked incredible. The elve had replaced the small black table that normally housed the Robert E. Lee bust with an all-white marble piece. On top sat a beautiful lantern with a glowing white candle inside. All across the ceiling now hung retro Edison-era lightbulbs that gave the normally cold room a warm glow. At their feet was a massive black and white rug that took up almost the entirety of the space between the two staircases. When Abina saw they had entered the room, she fluttered back down to meet us. “Loyalty powers.” The curvy woman giggled. “Goblins are known for their loyalty, like dogs. No offense, Rafe.” “You too, Abina?” He sighed. “What is this, pick on the goblin day? I might need some lube if you guys are gonna keep coming at me this raw.” “I mean no ill-will,” Abina apologized, “but it’s true. Goblins are loyal to their masters, and they have magic that arises from those emotions. Normally, it in
“I still can’t believe nobody has questioned all the insane amounts they’ve been putting on his cards for the last few weeks,” Logan said, shaking his head and stepping aside so the elves could enter.“That’s the beauty of being wealthy, Logan,” Beth clicked her tongue. “Unlimited credit card lines that the companies know you’ll be good for.”“A million dollars in his bank account doesn’t hurt, either,” Kelda added. “Beth’s been making the minimum payments so that nobody gets suspicious.”“Now, close your eyes, Logan,” Beth giggled. “I’ve got a surprise just for you.” “Oh no,” Rafe groaned from the top of the stairs, and Logan realized he’d been about to rejoin them even though his arm was still human-shaped. “Is it one of those ‘surprises’ that requires me to leave the room?”Logan shut his eyes and held his open palms out in front of him.Not a second later, the elve dropped a heavy item into his hands. It was about the size of a regular sheet of printer paper, bu
"That'd be them," Logan smiled and then took the receipt and pen the boy had provided. As he forged Robert Quinn's signature, Logan noticed that the boy kept glancing up to look into the mansion behind him. "Throwing a fancy party?" the boy awkwardly asked. Logan nodded. "They're doing a fundraiser for Marvin Franklin. later tonight," he explained, "but they can't stand rich people food. Give them some good ol' fashioned cheese and carbs, right?" He tried to hand the receipt back to the teen, but he was now completely distracted by the elves behind Logan. Logan stood there with the receipt and pen outstretched for a few seconds before he finally did a forced cough to regain the boy's attention. The kid looked like he had just come out of a trance as he opened the carrier and passed Logan a few warm boxes. His mouth was still hung open as Logan thanked him for the pizza and closed the door slowly. "He was awfully quiet," Kelda observed. "It's because he was
“After seeing what the girls’ outfits did to you and that pizza guy,” Rafe explained as he adjusted his bowtie, “I can just imagine how wet all the chicks are gonna get when they see the Rafester in his tux.” The two of them stood next to each other in front of the full-body mirror that was located in Quinn’s bedroom. The party was now a little under an hour away, and both of them were now putting the finishing touches on our “classy” attire “I’m really glad we were able to convince you to wear some clothes.” Logan chuckled as he tossed on his jet-black jacket. “Yeah, I’m not really one for fancy clothes and shit,” Rafe explained, “but once I saw the little Rafeler tux in the box Kelda brought home, I couldn’t pass it up. Maybe this sweet outfit will be the difference between squirting some baby batter into some hottie’s hot oven or going home dry.” “Maybe once you’ve mastered your transformation powers.” Logan shook his head and pushed the s
"Plan C is me," Logan chuckled. "If all else fails, then he'll try to get him drunk and charm the pants off of him until he tells him what he wants to know.""Is there a Plan D?" Rafe asked curiously. "We should all know by now that everyone loves the D.""Hmmm..." Logan rubbed his chin as he thought of a back-up fall-back plan. Then it hit him. "His phone!" Logan exclaimed. "Rafe, your transforming hand issues may just be a blessing in disguise.""How so?" the goblin wasn't following."We already know you have the power to imitate people's voices, right?" Logan said as he tried to lead his friends to his conclusion. "Why couldn't you do the same for somebody's fingerprints?""You want us to try to steal Franklin's phone and then use Rafe's powers to unlock it?" Abina' eyes lit up at the thought. "Bingo!" Logan snapped and pointed at the blonde. "It shouldn't be too difficult since two of us have telekinetic powers. We can just sl
“Let’s not get too far ahead of ourselves,” Logan tried to bring the conversation back to the here and now and nodded to the people entering the yard. “We’re starting to fill up.” As they continued to chat, dozens and dozens of people wandered into the party. It was hard to keep an accurate headcount, but there were at least five or six dozen people who passed through the sliding glass door as the night progressed. About thirty minutes into the celebration, the whole crowd went silent and then began to applaud. It looked like their guest of honor had finally arrived. Marvin Franklin looked just as sleazy here as he did on television. He wore a black tuxedo that matched his parted black hair, complete with a matching raven-colored bow tie and shoes. The man used so much product in his hair that it appeared greasier than their pizza from earlier. Franklin walked through the crowd, waving at his constituents as he made his way toward the dance floor. Every
Logan completely ignored her question. "So it's all a sham? Why would Azar need somebody in the political world to do his dirty work?""He still hasn't figured it out?" Ira smiled deliciously as the words left her lips. "That's rich. I would have figured the great Logan Ralston would have had the whole mystery wrapped up and tied up with a little bow by now.""Even Sherlock needs a little--" Logan started."Shhhh," the succubus said as she placed her entire hand over Logan's mouth. "My 'dear husband' is about to start his speech." The music cut off, and everybody stopped what they were doing so that they could give Franklin their full attention."Logan's fellow Phoenicians, his fellow Americans, thank you for coming out tonight," the politician began. "Can I first start off by saying that he is very impressed with this turnout? I knows this entire fundraiser was short notice, but he'd like to extend a big thank-you to our host, Robert Quinn!"The crowd erupted in cheers an