Invasion of the Hazmats

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Invasion of the Hazmats




INVASION OF THE HAZMATS


By Susha Golomb





Copyright 2017 Susha Golomb


TABLE OF CONTENTS

PART I – JOURNEY TO THE ABYSSMAL ZONE
Chapter 1 – A Less-Than-Willing Sorcerer’s Apprentice
Chapter 2 – Power Pebbles
Chapter 3 – Not a Diplomat
Chapter 4 – Road Trip
Chapter 5 – Crash Tag
Chapter 6 – Reading, Writing and the Sleep Spell
Chapter 7 – Bubbling Along
Chapter 8 – Spiders
Chapter 9 – Dr. Who?
Chapter 10 – Hi-Yo, Silver! Away!
Chapter 11 – Lost in a Lake
Chapter 12 – I’m a Poet! I Know it!
Chapter 13 – Free at Last
Chapter 14 – Into the Abyss
Chapter 15 – Seahorses
PART II – CASTLE DOWNALOT
Chapter 16 – Gloria Mundi
Chapter 17 – Oops
Chapter 18 – Jaws Will Drop
Chapter 19 – Know Your Enemy
Chapter 20 – The Not So Secret Garden
Chapter 21 – The Salt Lake
Chapter 22 – Glori the Secret Keeper
Chapter 23 – Runaway Bride
Chapter 24 – Miriam Vanishes
PART III – HUNTING HAZMATS
Chapter 25 – Lake Francis...Again
Chapter 26 – The Maiden Voyage
Chapter 27 – Pink Unicorns or Fluffy Kittens
Chapter 28 – Miss Sweet and Reasonable
Chapter 29 – Feed the Birds
Chapter 30 – Feather Pillows With Feet
Chapter 31 – I Yam What I Yam
Chapter 32 – The Pirate’s Secret
Chapter 33 – Into the Woods and Under the Sea
Chapter 34 – Leaving Things Out
Chapter 35 – The Great Reveal
Chapter 36 – Three Sisters and Four Mad Dogs
PART IV – A MONSTER LIKE ME
Chapter 37 – Nothing But a Halfandhalf
Chapter 38 – The Pathfinding Spell
Chapter 39 – Back at Casalot
Chapter 40 – Goodbye...
Chapter 41–...And Farewell
Epilogue
Note to the Reader
Appendix
1. Seahorses and Geography
2. The Land of Little Lakes
3. Verona
4. The Dolphins Become Scribes to the Bubble People

INVASION OF THE HAZMATS



PART I
JOURNEY TO THE ABYSSMAL ZONE

CHAPTER 1
A LESS-THAN-WILLING SORCERER’S APPRENTICE
I wasn’t born with a fish tail. It isn’t even a permanent arrangement but it means I could finally visit my adoptive grandparents, formerly known as Grandma and Grandpa Mermaid. Who knew the stories my parents told me when I was little were true?
I was officially here on a summer visit—my first—with my grandparents but plans change. Sidetracked is probably a better way to describe it. I am now officially apprenticed to the rogue Sky, Zazkal.
The work/study thing was an add-on, meant to give me some basic life skills in magic and to give Zazkal some basic life skills, period. Since he hated being with other people, it was a sort of punishment for kidnapping me and my sampo. What he really wanted was the sampo, but since we can’t be separated, he was stuck with me, too.
Zazkal was waiting for me when I arrived. He did not look happy to see me. No ‘hello’. No ‘how was your trip?’ As soon as I showed up, he turned tail and I followed. He led me directly to his workshop, the largest of a series of interconnected natural openings inside the remote coral atoll where he lived and worked.
“Memorize the name and location of everything in this room. The least you can do is learn to fetch things when I am working.”
That was it. My entire first lesson. He swam off muttering under his breath about wasting time. I couldn’t decide whether to be offended or overwhelmed.
Every wall in the big room was covered with ceiling-high wicker chests of drawers. All the chests were bolted down and all the drawers were latched shut, not unlike the cabin of a ship, and for much the same reason, only they were under the water instead of on it.
I swam to the nearest wall and began pulling open one drawer after another. Every one of the unlabeled drawers must have contained a dozen or more jars and bottles of strange-looking stuff.
I decided to be overwhelmed.
Groaning, I floated limply to the floor. For a full five minutes, I sat there staring wide-eyed at the endless supply of supplies.
Finally, I took a deep breath, swam over to the nearest chest of drawers and got to work.

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