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

“Is it possible,” Sister Agatha began slowly after she’d opened the convent’s door/window combo, “that you look even more terrible than the last time I saw you?”

Katherine and her group huddled sheepishly at the bottom of the stairs, under Katherine’s umbrella to some extent, but more so under the generous canopy of the sympathetic Todd, who’d met them again on the path and draped his bough-like arms above them while they waited.

Mouser mewled plaintively, his patchy fur dripping on the wet ground.

“And you have a new companion,” the nun said, “who appears to be shivering despite a dragon’s help.” Ember nudged a bit closer to Mouser but still seemed to be accomplishing very little to warm him. “Come in, then.” Once again, the nun turned on her heel and disappeared.