In the last post: If the hanging was a joke, it wasn't funny. Whatever, Chief Inspector Dobbs was on the case...
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Enchanter on the Roof ® James Field. Part 32
Chief Inspector Dobbs locked eyes with Dick Charmer. He was an expert at staring his adversary into submission, and it wasn’t long before the young rogue's smile crumpled.
“Better get on," said Dick Charmer. He scratched his nose and pivoted to go back indoors. "Work to do.”
“No you don’t.” Chief Inspector Dobbs produced a second set of handcuffs from his bulky dressing gown pockets. “Get yourself over here.”
The inspector wasn’t tall, his physical strength had dwindled with the years, and he felt ridiculous in his nightgown and slippers. He rubbed his lips with one hand and dangled the handcuffs at arm's length with the other, as if hiding behind them restored some of his prestige.
Dick Charmer glanced through the open doorway into his lounge. "Can you give me a second?" he asked.
"No." His voice carried such an air of authority that Dick Charmer flinched.
A flutter of irritation washed across the lad's face, but he yanked his front door closed, darted over to where Chief Inspector Dobbs stood, and plunked his arm around the policeman’s shoulder. “Now see here, Dobby, you’re not planning to stick those on me, are you?”
“Get your arm off me, you sodding twerp, and place your hands on each side of this scaffolding pole.”
“Why? What have I done?”
"Yeah," said Bert, already handcuffed to the scaffolding outside Olive's house. "What have I done too?"
“That’s what I’m about to find out." Chief Inspector Dobbs snapped the handcuffs over Dick Charmer’s wrists, left him stranded there, and ambled toward the man’s front door.
“You can’t go in there without a search warrant,” called Dick Charmer, rattling his handcuffs against the scaffolding pole.
Chief Inspector Dobbs thrust the door open with his slippered toe and spoke without turning. “I write my own warrants,” he said, and marched straight in.
To be continued…
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Quest for Lost Heroes by David Gemmell
My rating: 4 of 5 stars
Good story. A little complicated maybe with all the weird cultures, clans, names and places, but by the middle it had me hooked. In a minor way, this reminded me of Lord of the Rings. All the elements are here: wizards, the void, brave heroes, damsels in distress, battles, action, and the search for an object that will save the world. In this case, a pig farmer's daughter!
Unlike many quest stories whose hero is a reluctant girl, this legend is about a bunch of magnificent old men. They are has-been heroes who miss the glory of war and set off on a quest just for something to do.
All sounds rather amusing, but this is serious stuff. One rape scene near the end of the story seemed unnecessary and almost had me throwing the book away in disgust.
Seemingly, it's the fourth in a series, so I came in a bit late, which explains why I found it tough to get into. Still reads fine as a stand-alone though. I shan't go back to read the earlier titles, but if there had been a follow-up, I would have read that too.
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