Logan rolled his eyes as he spoke into the phone. “And some French toast. I think that will complete our order.” “Wait! Don’t forget the pancakes,” Rafe reminded him. “Okay, can I get two stacks of pancakes?” Logan asked. “Of course,” the woman replied. “Oh, and get some berries too,” Rafe asked. “Like the red and blue ones.” “Can I get some strawberries and blueberries too?” Logan asked. “Do they have Grapenuts?” Rafe asked. “I could totally go for some Grapenuts.” “Uhh, do you have Grape—” “Yes, sir,” she interrupted him. “I’ll get you some Grapenuts too. With milk.” “What about yogurt?” Rafe asked. “I think we could totally go for some yogurt.” “And uhhh… some yogurt,” Logan asked. “Did you forget about sausage?” Rafe asked, raising a disbelieving goblinish eyebrow. “Can I have some sausage?” Logan asked. “Yes you can,” she replied. “And a pepperoni pizza,” Rafe said with a note of finality to his
Logan exclaimed through a mouthful of drool, “Grab a plate and dig in!” Kelda picked up a piece of bacon and crushed it in her palm and said. “This flesh is weak.” Logan explained, “Exactly. That’s what makes it so good. The last thing he wanted was rubbery bacon.” Abina didn’t share her sister’s sentiments. She picked up a handful of bacon and shoved it into her mouth happily. The dark-haired elve crunched them around for a few seconds, swallowed, and rolled her eyes back in her head. “It tastes almost as good as Logan’s meat, Kelda,” Abina giggled. The fit elves shoveled four pieces into her mouth at once. Kelda let the flavor wash over her before she gulped down her meal. She looked at Logan in satisfaction. “It gives him a run for his money, but I think I still prefer Logan.” She winked. Rafe shook his head back and forth in dismay, saying, “Welp, that’s it. I’m never going to be able to eat bacon again, guys. Thanks for that.” Th
Logan couldn’t believe his eyes as the massive bull creature stomped its feet onto the ground and prepared to charge. Gallu huffed again as it propelled itself in their direction. Logan grabbed Rafe and rolled out of the way while Kelda leapt upwards, over the creature’s massive bulk. However, the big elve didn’t seem to notice that they had dodged him, and his hooves tore through the carpet, and his horns impaled their couch. Gallu skidded to a stop in the living room and swung his head around with their couch still hanging from his horns. It seemed like he couldn’t see them, and Kelda used the opportunity to launch a handful of baseball-sized fireballs toward the monster. Then Gallu raised his hands to block them. He threw up a portal of green flame In the path of the shimmering red fire blasts and transported them to the position behind Gallu, shouting, “Not this time, asshole!” The big ugly asshole didn’t expect the attacks to hit him f
“Jokes? Now?” Logan asked as he rushed over, jumped through the hole in the wall, into the bedroom suite, and found Kelda laid unconscious on the floor. The blonde woman’s robe was completely burnt off from Gallu’s attack, and her naked body looked so vulnerable. He didn’t have time to check her pulse, so he picked up the elve’ body and tossed her over his other shoulder. Then he returned to the main suite room and put Abina’s still-unconscious body over his other shoulder. The Logan from three days ago wouldn’t have been able to lift both women as easily as he was, but he was at one thousand percent adrenaline right now, and they both seemed to weigh as much as blankets. “How are they gonna get out of here?” Rafe’s panicked voice came from the other room as Logan turned towards the front door. “This whole place is going up like dry tinder,” Logan yelled back. “I don’t even think the fire escape is safe at this point.” “Logan, I think this might be it for us,” R
Logan asked Kelda, “How are you feeling?” as she stirred in the backseat. “About as good as I can be for getting blasted by a hexed ball of Magicfire,” she replied as she rubbed her eyes tiredly. Logan then turned to Kelda’s sister, Abina, and asked, “You okay?” “I’ve been better,” Abina sighed. “What happened?” “Jakey and I saved the day again!” Rafe exclaimed. “But mostly me.” Rafe friend spent the next five minutes explaining what happened, mostly truthfully, except for the part about him pulling a rocket launcher out of his pocket and blasting Gallu in the face to distract him so that Logan could stab him. “Unfortunately, we’re not safe yet,” Logan continued after Rafe had brought them up to speed. “Azar is still out there, and he’s going to keep sending his lackeys after us until we’re dead. Unless we get to him first.” “Azazel is one of Demon Lord's captain a most powerful elves lords, that works for the Dark Queen” Abina warned. “I’m not sure
Logan asked Rafe, “Sidekick?” “Shhhh, bro,” Rafe whispered. “I would never, ever, ever say that to your face. Even if it’s true. You are my friend, and all. I like to think we are equals in this story.” A few hours of driving later, they passed through the Rockies in Colorado and were on the plains of the eastern part of the state. As much as Logan loved the desert, he couldn’t help but marvel at the natural wonders that acted as a divide between the Great Plains and the Southwest. He would be lying if he said that he hadn’t been horrified at the thought of Lola traveling along mountain passes that were just big enough for their car to fit through. But Rafe had assured them that his baby could make it through anything, and she had done well. Now it was nothing but an open road and cornfields between them and their destination. Unless they decided to take another detour. “I think I’ve got it, guys!” Rafe exclaimed as he jumped up and down in the seat
“I’m touched,” Logan said as his stomach growled with hunger. They had been so focused on getting away from the scene of the crime that they hadn’t eaten much more than a granola bar and some candy that they picked up the last time they stopped to get gas. It had to have been five or six hours ago. Logan was sure that he wasn’t the only one who was starving at this point. In the distance, he could see a large neon sign that flashed, “Truck Stop, Exit 96.” It was like an oasis that sprung o”t of the vast emptiness of the plains and called to him like a siren. He flicked on his turn signal and headed toward the exit. “I don’t know about you guys, but I could use some grub.” Logan patted his stomach. “Bro, I could probably eat an entire cow right now, and that’s not just the munchies talking!” Rafe agreed. “We’re always read to eat.” Abina nodded. “Earth Realm’s food is much tastier than what we have back home.” “I think anything would taste be
The four of them walked over to the restaurant side of the truck stop, and Logan was hit with the aroma of buttery homemade mashed potatoes mixed with freshly seared steak and a hint of hoppy light beer. Kelda and Abina plopped happily into a booth halfway down the restaurant. Logan sat down across from them and slid across the vinyl seat toward the window. As he slid, his hip crashed into an unseen force, and Rafe let out a yelp. “Hands off the merchandise, bro,” Rafe’s disembodied voice laughed. “Good evening, folks!” an overly excited waitress greeted them. The woman in front of them had to have been in her late twenties or early thirties at the latest. She wore her strawberry red hair back in a ponytail, and her hair stuck out from the clasp of her black baseball cap. She wore a tight red v-neck underneath the apron that hung off her torso and carried a handful of straws and her notepad. The server’s jeans clung to her wide hips, and Logan could nea