Book Six: Chapter 1

The crisp morning air of late December filled Mike Radley’s lungs with a chill that was tough to contain. He had to fight the urge to cough, and the stray hair sticking out of his scarf that kept tickling his ear wasn’t helping matters. Kneeling down in the snow, he contemplated the small map of his front yard that he had drawn with a gloved finger.

“Tink think pincer move still best attack.” The goblin across from him was bundled up in a thick winter jacket that she had altered for herself. Her voice was muffled by the yellow gaiter across her face. Between the magical goggles and the aviator hat she wore, only a small patch of green flesh could be seen along the bridge of her nose. “Surround invaders, bust heads.”

“It won’t work,” Kisa growled. “There’s too many of them.” The catgirl wore white ski pants and a dark red sweater with a black vest. Her tail twitched behind her as if tuned in to a demented metronome.

“We need to succeed.” Mike looked up at them from