Paint Your Dragon
Tom Holt
Language: English
Pages: 311
ISBN: 1857234561
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
One moment Bianca's sculpture of St George is lacking just the final touches, the next, it's lacking a dragon. This is only the first step in a fight between good and evil, involving some heavyweight gamblers, a time entrepreneur, a dragon, St George, and some hideous but endearing demons.
dragged the man out from behind the counter, I think they’re going to—’ Disgusted, Chubby cut the link. What the hell was going on out there? Must be some sort of interference field, he reasoned, as he ran diagnostic checks on the instrument panel. But what in God’s name could damp a pleasure field so strong that his own jaw muscles were nearly exhausted with the effort of not grinning? He kicked off his shoes, shoved a sock in his mouth and tried to pinpoint the source of the interference using
being cooped up here with that pillock Chardonay and that murderous tart of his without that frigging saint and his wet sock of a priest.’ ‘I know,’ Prodsnap replied quietly. In his case, he could hack Chardonay and Snorkfrod; with an effort and an advance on the next thousand years’ self-control ration he could even put up with George and Father Kelly (who had taken to carrying a bell and a candle round with him and reading a book while he did the washing up). What he couldn’t stand another day
myself. It’s true, though, ‘cos I had it confirmed by Official Channels when I asked them. They’re very good about answering enquiries, so long as you don’t forget the stamped addressed envelope.’ ‘Please go on,’ Mike said. ‘Like radio waves, you said.’ ‘Sure.’ The angel thought for a moment, remembering where she’d got to. ‘Well, just as there’s lots of different radio frequencies, there’s lots of different chronological continuums. Continua. Timescales. That’s a better word, although I
vanish, or what?’ Perish the thought. It’s just that we’ll see even more eye to eye, that’s all. ‘And when it reaches a hundred per cent?’ Then I shall be free. ‘Hooray, hooray. And what about me?’ You’ll be one of the lucky ones. Like Mr Tanashima. Chubby frowned. ‘Don’t know him. Who he?’ Mashito Tanashima. Born 1901, died 1945. He worked in a bicycle factory in Hiroshima, Japan. Seven minutes before the atomic bomb exploded, he was killed in a road accident. ‘Gosh.’ Chubby smiled bleakly.
reincarnation laboratories, then ran away and joined a flea circus. The dragon opened the package Kurt had thrown him. He studied it for a while, puzzled; then, just as the TV cameras managed to zoom in and focus on it, he threw it into the air. Then he followed it. Bianca, among others, screamed and looked away as he hit the ground. When she looked up again, she saw that her statue of Saint George was back in position, horse rearing, shield held forwards, sword raised. It was stunningly