Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 62528 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62528 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 250(@250wpm)___ 208(@300wpm)
Suddenly, boos and death threats began pouring from the crowd in the theater.
“The dragonettes grow restless, Jac, and midnight is near. Will you or won’t you save the dragon species?” Cimil pushed.
“Those…those are dragons outside?” Damien asked.
“Yes. Hello?” Cimil rolled her eyes at him. “Don’t you know anything?”
“Apparently not, because they look like a bunch of horny old women.” Damien straightened his tie nervously.
“Fuck no. Those are dragons,” said a tiny voice.
Jac’s eyes followed the sound. On Damien’s shoulder was a lavender birdlike creature in a white, see-through toga. It had boobs!
Jac jumped back. “What the hell is that?”
“Pet.” Damien flicked the thing off him.
“It’s your pet?” Jac asked.
“No, absolutely not,” he shirked. “Everyone knows that sex fairies make terrible companions. Her name is Petra, Pet for short.”
Jac pressed one hand to the wall next to the dressing room and braced herself from a wave of stomach pain. “I think I’m going to pass out.”
Suddenly, outside, the women’s booing grew louder:
“Get off the stage!”
“We don’t want a god!”
“Put some pants on!”
Cimil walked to stage left and peeked around the curtains. She shook her head and came back. “Belch is doing the Funky Chicken.”
Damien winced. “Is there no end to the torture you gods will subject us to?”
“I don’t know. Is there?” Cimil smiled giddily and looked at Jac. “Do you want this night to get worse or better? End in tragedy or in a glorious sheen of dragon frosting covering the lands?”
“Cimil, I don’t understand.” Jac winced.
“Dash has sixty seconds to live. Yes or no? Will you do what I ask?” Cimil asked.
“Yes. Fine,” Jac snapped. Anything to make this night end and protect Dash.
“Excellent. Then go take your place among the others in the theater. Hurry now!”
Jac headed toward the curtain, taking the shortest way to the theater seating. Damien followed along and helped her into a chair near the back, where he sat beside her.
“This is chaos,” she muttered, looking around the room. The women were out of their seats, waving their arms and yelling for Cimil’s brother to leave.
The god, who only wore a pair of tight white underwear, flapped his arms like a chicken and then twisted his hips. “Are you not entertained?”
“No!” the audience yelled.
“Are you all right?” Damien asked as Jac doubled over in her chair.
“I think my appendix is rupturing, and I don’t know what’s happening.” Oh God. It hurts!
“Stay calm. It is the way of Cimil,” Damien reassured her.
“Calm? She just said that Dash is going to die.”
“She always does this. She creates a crisis and then magically resolves it in the last second.”
That didn’t explain her pain. “I need to go to a hospital.”
Jac looked up to see Cimil dragging her brother offstage.
“You’re welcome, lizard hags!” Belch grabbed his crotch and then disappeared.
Suddenly, the lights went out, and a spotlight appeared at the center of the curtains. Loud techno music with pumping bass flooded the theater.
Boom.
Boom.
Booooom.
Boom.
Boom.
Booooom.
Jac’s pain began traveling down. Her breathing became more hurried. Oh no. I think I have to go to the bathroom. She was just about to run for it when Dash burst through the curtains.
The women went insane, clawing at the air and screaming:
“Rarrr…mamma like!”
“I want some o’ that!”
“Take it off, big man!”
Completely unfazed, Dash strutted down the catwalk in his boots, jeans, and tool belt, making suggestive moves. He didn’t look afraid or worried at all.
Strange, given how a deranged goddess almost ended his life seconds ago. In fact, he was positively glowing.
Jac watched in awe as he slowly removed his belt. Then came the jeans.
The women cried out, their eyes wide. Jac couldn’t believe it. They were all getting nude, too.
Is this some satanic cult?
Dash stopped at the end of the runway and then locked eyes with her. If she didn’t know any better, she’d say there was a hint of anguish in his blue eyes.
Completely naked now, the women began squatting and groaning.
“Now there’s something you do not see every day.” Damien laughed.
“Oh. I’ve read about this!” That tiny bird thing was back, jumping up and down on the café table in front of them.
Jac felt her stomach bear down. “Oh god!”
Damien’s eyes traveled toward her crotch. “Jac? What’s inside your jeans?”
She looked down, too, spotting a large lump. Oh shit. She pushed her hand inside her jeans and felt something round, smooth, and warm between her legs.
What. The hell! She pulled it out and held it in front of her face. It was a blue egg.
“Oh god!” She threw it in terror, wanting to get the thing away from her.
That Pet creature went after it and caught the egg in midair with a big hug.
“Wow. So you’re a dragon.” Damien bobbed his head. “Unexpected.”
“What? No, I’m not.” Jac got to her feet, stumbling back.
“That’s a dragon egg.” He pointed at the thing in Pet’s tiny arms. She was licking it.