Chapter 21
For a split second, I wasn’t sure whether my mother was suicidal or lost in her reverting bird brain. Then the Kingmaker clattered back to the floor inside the room as she stretched out her arms like wings, spreading her fingers and flapping gently. She rose onto the balls of her feet...
...and I tackled her. It took some doing to line myself up so I was knocking her inside rather than outside. But what I lacked in swordsmanship I made up for in juggling prowess. And I juggled my mother right back inside that room.
Juggled her in and collapsed atop her. She struggled for only a moment, then went still even though the back of her head was cradled by a bowl of partially congealed porridge and her right hand was embedded in something moldy and stinky that looked infinitely worse
