Hi, all! Annabelle Hawthorne here, and I am excited to share with you the next exciting chapter in the Horny Monsters series!
New reader? Welcome! This chapter is the culmination of a book that took me roughly a year to write, which is also buoyed up by 6 other books and 3 spinoffs. I mean, you can dive right in, but you're gonna hit your face on some rocks. It is highly recommended that you jump back in time to 2017 when I wrote that very first chapter and go from there.
Returning reader? I missed you! How are things? Family good? Are you good? We've got snacks (well, if you brought them) and somewhere comfy to sit (again, if you happen to bring your own seat). I was in charge of the story, so couldn't bring snacks or chairs for everyone else.
I want to take a moment and thank all of you again for being here. I usually meet a new reader every week or so who got to binge the whole series over the course of a week or two, that lucky bastard. But for those of you who have been here since the beginning, I appreciate you showing up every time. It's always great to interact with longtime readers or see familiar usernames in the comments/feedback section.
I also want to thank everyone who takes a moment to leave stars or a kind note. I also appreciate (constructive) criticism. My whole thing is about self improvement rather than just crapping out the same thing over and over again. I absolutely promise you that you're about to see some things you've never seen before. (However, some very smart/eagle-eyed readers guessed the events of this chapter almost six months ago! 😱)
Don't forget to check my bio to see when I plan on posting future chapters. I try to schedule around life stuff, like long awaited vacations, so that we can keep things scheduled around here. The next chapter will be the end of Book 7, so we're almost there! I've already written rough drafts of the first chapters of Book 8, so there will be more adventures over the summer.
Alright friends, buckle up tight and make sure your tray tables are in the upright position. We're coming in hot and about to see Mike and his family walk the line between
Life and Death
The glass doors that led out to the patio made a soft shushing noise as they slid open, revealing a massive wraparound deck that extended over the Pacific Ocean. The waves beneath the Black Palace crashed into the concrete pillars like the steady beating of drums.
The Curator closed his eyes and inhaled the salt air, tasting it with all of his senses. Letting out a dramatic sigh, he grabbed the handles of the wheelchair and pushed his charge further out onto the deck. The man in the chair was strapped in tight to keep him from falling out. A dark mist followed them, a cloud of particulate matter composed of Amir's individual molecules being forced through the dimensional barrier to reconstruct his body.
"It's too bad you aren't cognizant enough to enjoy this." The Curator walked to the railing and lifted a pair of magical opera glasses to his eyes. By the power of thought alone, he was able to zoom in on the boats as if standing only a few feet away. Doing a quick appraisal of Captain Francois' armada, he shifted his attention toward the naval group that had formed up in a ring a few miles past them. "It isn't often that we get to be at ground zero for such well laid plans."
"My...ly." Amir's head tilted forward, revealing his exposed brain. About a month ago, his endless screaming had come to a stop, replaced by occasional vocalizations. However, he was still several months away from any sort of advanced thought. The Curator found the process extremely fascinating, especially now that the man was quiet for most of the day. If he could ask Amir what it felt like to be strained through the fabric of reality and actually receive a coherent answer, he would happily spend all day documenting the process.
"Yes, that's right, your Lily." The Curator lowered the opera glasses and frowned. "I do wish you had purchased additional real estate out here. It was interesting seeing the destruction of Paradise, but now I wish to view the coming battle on the eastern side of the mountain."
"My...ly," Amir replied.
"The sun will be up soon." The Curator grabbed one of the lounge chairs by the pool and dragged it over so that he'd have somewhere to sit. "What sort of surprises will the Caretaker show us today, do you think?" Mike Radley was either extremely resourceful or very lucky, the Curator hadn't decided which. However, nothing had been quite so surprising as that little outburst from Paradise the other day. After watching a pair of naga topple the buildings, there had been a massive surge of magical energy. The Curator had no idea what it could have been, but the fact that the sky had cracked open for just a moment so that the Others could get a better view, well...
That had been very
interesting
.
"My...ly."
"Perhaps. The succubus has been spotted here. If I thought acquiring her would ease your transition, I'd do so in a heartbeat. However, I fear that this isn't the time." He had done the math. Capturing the succubus would be a poor investment of his time and would likely cause him problems he didn't feel like dealing with.
The sliding door opened and a young woman walked out. She wore a robe that briefly opened to reveal a bikini underneath.
"Have I missed anything?" The demon Legion grabbed another deck chair and dragged it up to the railing. She leaned out over the side and dangled her arms.
"Not yet. Though you did sleep through the evacuations." The Curator had found that particular endeavor fascinating. The Caretaker's people had managed to evacuate nearly all of Lahaina, as well as some surrounding towns. Still, their time had been limited, and even now, early beachcombers could be seen below scouring the sand for shells and other treasures.
"Hardly. I may have sent a few of my meat puppets to disrupt efforts a bit." Legion set a bottle of champagne on a nearby table and went back inside the Black Palace. She came back with a pair of glasses and some orange juice. "Mimosa?"
"Please." Though the alcohol would have no effect, it was more of a celebratory gesture anyway. Legion made the mimosa and handed it over to the Curator. He sipped at the concoction, and blanched. It was much too sweet. "I believe that we had a non-interference agreement where the Caretaker and his people are concerned."