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

“Yes, they’re closed.” Ruben put all his weight on his cane as he stared up at the small, dark windows shrouded in curtains.

Signs advertising various types of physician lined this length of the street, and the one they now stood before bore the image of a large troll whose knee was being chiseled by a second, smaller troll with a red cross emblazoned on their arm.

“Well,” Katherine sighed, “I suppose we’d better find a place to sleep for the night. Try again in the morning.”

“Really, Katty?” Mrs. Chrysler thumped her yarn bag down on the sidewalk and massaged her shoulder.