‘Boy, don’t you scare me like that again!’ Lizzie said, taking refuge in a chair. ‘I’m not as young as I used to be.’
Thordric tried to say sorry, but he was still in the wooden man’s body and no sound came out. He slowly pulled back his mind and poured it into his own body. The sensation was very strange, going from coarse wood to warm flesh. The wooden man fell with a thud on the floor, and Thordric stood up in his real body again. He felt frozen, and had to do an athletic style warm up to work out all the cricks that had developed in his neck and back.
‘You’ve done very well, boy. It took my Patrick nearly three weeks to figure it out, and even then, he almost had a panic attack trying to switch back again.’
Thordric grinned. ‘So, what else do I have to learn?’ he said, joining her a
