TITLE: Spiritmaster Simon
GENRE: MG Fantasy
My best friend, Toby, is an accomplished street performer, a terrific listener, a smooth talker and without a doubt the most skilled pickpocket I’ve ever met; he’s also a duck.
He doesn’t like it when I call him a duck, though. He prefers the term “humanly challenged.” But I think that’s just to make things more difficult than they have to be. That’s also one of Toby’s strong suits. He likes things complicated.
“Stop stalling and pick one,” I tell him as he watches the sixth couple walk past our hiding spot. “What about that lady with the big feathery hat? Doesn’t that make you mad? That could be your long-lost cousin, you know.”
“Stop being dramatic and calm down,” Toby whispers back at me, dark blue feathers ruffling up beneath his eyes. “I’m looking for something in particular.”
I sigh and lean my head back against the cold alleyway wall. I always find it silly when he whispers; it’s not like anyone can overhear him. Or at least, it’s not like anyone would hear anything more than quacking if they did.
A low rumbling sound rises up from my stomach, reminding me that I haven’t eaten in three days. Unfortunately, that’s fairly normal during winter months. In the summer, Toby and I can make a killing doing impromptu shows for happy mothers and their children at the local park. They think I’m some kind of duck-training genius and usually respond by tossing away their hard earned money.