Twenty-nine:
Ben Taylor
I was certain that I had heard wrong. “Excuse e moi?”
“What is that?” Hook asked. “Do you have a frog in your throat?”
“No, I----what are you saying? Why do you have to have me write a new story? I haven’t written anything in about five years. I don’t think I even know how. I’m pretty sure my publisher thinks I got eaten by a bear or something.”
“They think you’re on sabbatical,” Clark supplied, “I glamoured them.”
“Huh,” I said, “I wondered why I never had any angry phone calls or e-mails demanding the next book in The Dragon Queen series. That explains a lot. But no. I can’t just pull a book out of my ass.”
“Alright. Well, if you don’t, you can say goodbye to me----” Hook said.
