Book Eight: Chapter 27

“I know some fairies that can help.” Holly winked at Mike again. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got a focus group who is dying to try out the prototype I’m having made.”

“Oh, a focus group!” Death stood from the table. “I’ve always wanted to be part of one of those!”

“Not this one,” Mike said. “You’re not their target audience, buddy. You’d probably struggle to give them, uh, good feedback.”

Death looked back and forth between Holly and Mike, then over at Santa. The big man said nothing, but it was clear that Mrs. Claus was holding back a laugh.

“I see. Well, I do want my contribution to be worthwhile. Maybe next time.”

Holly patted Death on his bony hand as she headed out. “Of course!”

“We should be going as well,” said Mike. He looked over at Sofia, who had gone back to staring out the closest window. “Do you think the Library would help us find what we’re looking for?”

The cyclops sighed and pushed her chair back. “If it doesn’t, I’m sure