Book Eight: Chapter 17

“That’s predictive,” said Death from right behind him. “It uses a complex algorithm based on probability. This gives the elves advance notice on how hard they--”

Mike felt his stomach tighten up and turned to see somebody come through the fireplace. He should have moved out of the way, but the sight of Sofia had him so shocked that he stuck his arms out to catch her instead. The cyclops crashed into him, causing both of them to fall and skid across the floor together. Passing elves froze in their tracks to watch.

“Ow!” Sofia put a hand to her forehead. “Fu--”

Mike slapped a hand over her mouth. “Don’t,” he said, flicking his gaze toward the elves. “It doesn’t go over very well.”

“Right.” The cyclops shifted her arms to try and stand on her own. This caused her large breasts to get shoved into Mike’s face for just a moment, and then she was up. She dropped a hand to assist him.

“What are you doing here?” he asked.

“You stuck a goblin in my Library