Chapter 17
The Dark Ghost and the Cherry Tree
NorPoison on a toothpick, but this here Crenosiyo shaman had a mighty strong grip for such a scrawny little thing. Of course, it helped that the ground done bunched itself around my feet whenever ey said so. It was downright disorienting and real hard to keep my gym bag from spilling off of my shoulder.
The shaman half-dragged me along the side of the house with a far-off look in eir eye like someone who was used to hearing voices. Zorda bless it, what had I done got myself into this time? I scratched and scraped at the hand that was grabbing me, but it didn’t do me no good. Ey must’ve been using some kind of shield ‘cause my nails didn’t even touch em.
We was halfway to the backyard when I tripped over my own two feet. I fell face-first sm
