Bovicide, Zombie Diaries, and the Legend of the Brothers Brown

by Stephen Bills

  Chapter Fourteen: The Book of Three

  McGregor was in heaven. Late last night Paddington had arrived at the station with a book written in Greek as ancient as the Tree. After that McGregor had collected some books from the headquarters and been taken to another abandoned house – dubbed the hideout – and been left to study.

  Skylar had been assigned as his protector, which was nice. She and Truman didn’t treat him like he was always in the way, which the others all did, but right now he’d rather have Truman: it had become rather hard to concentrate since Skylar had removed her heavy black flak jacket. Sure, she still had the singlet, combat trousers, and steel-capped boots, but… she was definitely more female when there weren’t grenades and flares between his eyes and her chest.

  McGregor forced himself back to the page, but his mind kept adding adjectives to the word “chest”. He needed to focus. The Book was important and he needed to translate it. He’d survived on coffee so far, but now the sun was coming up and that was bad because it meant night was over and he hadn’t slept.

  And how was it that Skylar looked as perky as ever?

  Oh God, why did he have to think of that adjective?