Spin . Revolution 8
In Which Travis Is Having Trouble Adjusting
He touched his swelling eye and cursed. Boy, was he going to catch it when he finally got home. They'd ganged up on him this time, the ill-begotten snobs. Travis had lost fights before, but they'd always been against much more impressive opponents, not Imner Wendelbie and his stupid little friends. In Travis's defense, he'd always had a sword or two before. He wasn't much with his fists, and for the first time in a long while, he was painfully aware of how skinny and uncoordinated he was.
His only consolation was that Ayleigh had stopped crying at night. The walls in their tiny cottage were thin as paper, and for the first handful of nights, he could hear her, quietly letting out all the frustration and resentment. He'd never told her, not even when she asked him why he always looked so tired.
Learning his lessons had never been his favori
Spin . Revolution 7
In Which Travis Is Much Braver and Even Stupider
As Orah's body folded and shrunk into the form of a distressed toad, Travis felt a long resounding cry tear free of him, yet he made no sound. He snatched his sword off of the ground and advanced on the fairy godmother without a thought as to what an idiotic thing he was doing.
A blast of crackling energy caught him in his recently healed shoulder, knocking him back into a tree. Orah croaked in alarm, but he waved her off. He couldn't let anything else happen to her.
"Change her back!" he shouted, before he'd even gotten back to his feet.
"Tell me where Damien is!" The fairy godmother raised her wand, the threat of more lightning swimming around.
Travis nearly buckled. But then he realized that wherever Damien was, Tag had to be with him. To protect Tag, he had to protect both of them. "I don't even know who he is "
Spin . Revolution 6
In Which Travis is Brave, i.e., Stupid
Seeing Damien roughing Tag around made Travis want to hit him, but there wasn't time for that now, and it looked as if he had a plan. Travis settled for subtly pulling Orah deeper into the protection of the alley, and was only a little surprised when she didn't step on his foot.
"What's it? What are you on about?" Tag certainly didn't seem to mind being jerked around like a little girl's doll, unless he was just being too polite to show it.
"The bag of devouring!" Damien said, nearly squeaking again. "It can eat the edicada, right?"
Travis nodded gleefully, almost giddy at the idea of being able to take down such a huge foe so easily. "He's right, Tag, the bag used to try to eat me all the time, the edicada would make it happy for years!"
Unfortunately, Tag didn't look so readily convinced. He chewed on his lower lip, looking up at Damien's hopeful face wi
Spin . Revolution 5
In Which Travis Tries to Redeem Himself And Learns Something
Head buzzing with the events of the previous day, Travis found it difficult to sleep. He was up sooner than the sun, thinking before his eyes were open. Something he had said or done had been stupid or wrong, but he couldn't understand what it was. Orah had said that she knew the King of No Reason, but even if that was true, which he was beginning to doubt, it didn't explain why she'd gotten so upset. The King of No Reason had been a deadly giant with nothing but material wealth surrounding him. His servants weren't even living creatures, but spirits made tangible by some magic or other.
Travis sat up and rested his elbows on his knees, his chin in one hand. Women were bewildering forces of nature. It made him wonder how Tag could put up with needing them as much as he did. As far as Travis was concerned, they cou
Spin . Revolution 4
In Which Travis Falls Differently
He watched in awe as the beautiful young lady sauntered to the campsite with all the regal airs of a princess. Her long red hair was coming loose of its braid, several locks of it were free already, gently brushing against her back as she walked. She was dressed in the coarse brown clothes of a holy healer, but if anyone had asked Travis, he would have said that a parade of duchesses in brocade finery wouldn't have looked half as breathtaking.
She plunked herself down gracefully next to the dying fire and struck up a conversation with Damien as though he were an equal. Travis decided that she was a princess, but only in the best possible way. He had never thought that there was a good way for a lady to be a princess, but she managed it with flair.
Part of him was still worried about Tag's taking so long to return, but another, tiny bit that was growing rapidly, hoped that he wo
Spin . Revolution 3
In Which Travis Gets a Thick Ear (But only Half Deserves It)
Although Travis had never consciously thought about it, Tag had never once struck him in earnest. He watched his elder's face now and slowly came to realize the fact in that one sidelong glance. If he had ever studied irony at all, he might have placed the word in this situation, now that the 'never' looked like it would soon be broken. Over something as trivial as a stupid hero, he couldn't help adding bitterly to himself. He wasn't sorry for drawing a sword on the heroeven though he'd said he wasn't one. Travis trusted few sources without question, the most dependable were Tag, of course, and his own eyes. He saw a hero, there was a hero. Discussion ended.
Except the discussion was still ongoing. Tag wouldn't let it go. Their first hour out of the town, and he had refused to speak, a sign that he was
Spin . Revolution 2
In Which Travis Recovers Himself
"Ow! Don't scrub so hard!" Travis whined as Tag worked the lather of the cheapest shampoo into the still-matted blond hair.
The deepling gentled his hands a bit, but his tone was just as harsh as it had been since Travis's return. "How did you manage to get so bloody?" he demanded.
Travis shut his eyes so he wouldn't get shampoo in them again. "The King of No Reason was as big as a city wall," he grumbled. "He probably had blood to spare."
"I wish you had spared it. Then we wouldn't be stuck here turning the grass red." As if to punctuate this remark, Tag dumped a pail of water over his young ward's head, and soapy pink water rolled down the narrow shoulders in small waves. The grass wasn't really red, but they'd had to move to a remote part of the clearing to avoid killing too much plant life with the bloody water.
None of Travis's shirts were as sturdy as