Dragons, Heists and Other Retirement Plans (Hornsboggle & Dodge #1)

Luckily, the establishment known as the Gilded Midden was still very much in existence, and practically unchanged in the nearly half-century since either Katherine or Mrs. Chrysler had last visited it.

The squat, wood-framed building sat obstinately at the end of a row of newer-looking storefronts and townhomes made of ruddy brick.

No one on the street seemed to notice the group materialize in front of it.

“Still too wet to burn,” Mrs. Chrysler said, nodding approvingly. What with its abundant swamp gas, the town of Burnt Umberland had a reputation for semi-regular renewal. The old man looked around quizzically but seemed otherwise unperturbed by the sudden change in scenery.