**A frog, a cat, and a hobgoblin walk into a bar...in the Jurassic period. Nope...not kidding. Okay, maybe it wasn't really a bar. But it was definitely the local drinking establishment. For dinosaurs...** My old mentor, Alice Parker is back, and she's brought a problem with her. A big one. One tha
Turtle Croakies
β Scribed by Sam Cheever
- Book ID
- 112297584
- Publisher
- Electric Prose Publications
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 119 KB
- Category
- Fiction
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
A frog, a cat, and a hobgoblin walk into a bar...in the Jurassic period. Nope...not kidding. Okay, maybe it wasn't really a bar. But it was definitely the local drinking establishment. For dinosaurs...
My old mentor, Alice Parker is back, and she's brought a problem with her. A big one. One that's already testing the sprite's ability to keep it in lettuce and strawberries.
It turns out that Alice has been on the run for a minute, trying to protect a magical tortoise from a dangerous sorceress who wants it for herself. You might be wondering why anybody would want to steal a tortoise. Well, if you had the chance to travel through time at the push of a button, or rather the press of a turtle's shell, would you take it?
Yeah, me neither. I have enough trouble dealing with this time and world... But clearly, we aren't all diabolical magic users bent on our own empowerment. I mean, the possibilities for evil are unending if one can time-hop at...
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