"Parick O'Leary - The Witch's hand" - читать интересную книгу автора (O'leary Patrick)

knew Jimmy's dad walked with a limp.

"Okay. First? My dad doesn't work for the hardware store."

"Sure, he does. I seen him do the paint can shaker."

"He made my mom a new house key."

Jimmy swatted their evidence away like mosquitoes. "That's just his cover. He's really a knight of the
Seventh Order who was granted immortality."

"For wha?"

"For killing a witch named Isadore. She stole the breath of babies. Put dead crows in chimneys. And
dried the breast of the King's daughter."

"Which one?"

Jimmy smiled. "He only had one."

One boy squinched up his face.

"So the King touched him with a golden sword four times on the cheek and made him eternal."

"Kings can do that?"

"This was a long time ago. They had lots of boons then."

"Boons?"

"Those are gifts." He saw their faces. "It's complicated."

"So the handтАжis coming for him?"

"And me. Once it kills him. It'll drop and come crawling for me. UnlessтАж"

"Unless what?" "Unless I get someone to cut my hand off first."

They giggled. The boys imagined they were telling stories around a campfire in the woods, and how the
dark would start just at the edge of the flames. The flashlight making the red tent glow whenever it
strayed off the face of the teller. They loved these kind of stories. Where something terrible was going to
happen and you couldn't do anything about it.

"A saw could do it," one of them suggested. "A tree saw." He smirked. "Your dad's store has 'em."

Jimmy shook his head. "Takes too long. An axe would be better." He looked at his backpack. "A
hatchet would be best."

"Someone would have to hold you down."