My Exploding Cat

Just stories and drawings really, no actual fissile felines.

Chapter 60


“Nice biology lesson,” Sophie said faintly. “Let’s get the heck out of here.”
I heaved a sigh. I could see normally now. “Not yet.” I cleaned the sword, calmly put it back in the scabbard, and found the book Viper had killed. It had blood on the cover. I found a tissue in my pack and cleaned it up.
“Hannah, come over here… I’m going to need you around.”
She came. I put a hand steadily on the book. “It needs something,” I murmured, then said louder, “Someone bring me some hair or something from it.” If you’ve noticed by now that I’ve been calling Viper an it, you’re very observant. I wonder how close that was.
I took a single strand of the hair and put it inside the cover. Then I did something, some kind of magic that was almost instinctive, like I’d done it a million times without knowing it. Maybe I had.
The book came to life. I was wondering what I’d done, if it had ever been dead. Then I remembered that yes, it had. Hannah healed it. She carried it in a sling, as she’d done for Ryder’s arm numerous times when he’d fallen off his horse.
“I’m going to take it,” she said. “Liana will help me, she has a stronger healing magic than mine.”
“No,” I said, “yours is stronger. And the book won’t last that long.”
“Go lay down, Daniel,” Sophie told me. “Camp isn’t that far away.”
“Yes, it is,” I said.
“No, it’s not,” Sophie said, grinning.
I didn’t even bother walking.

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