Supergirl Read Online Free PDF Page B
Author: Norma Fox Mazer
time. Then he turned to Eddie, who was still lying on the ground. "I say we keep this to ourselves. What do you think?"
A strange question to ask Eddie, who rarely thought. And now definitely wasn't the time to start changing his habits. He hurt too much to even think of thinking.
Chapter Five
In Selena's happy home, a party was under way. Someone peering in from the outside, someone not privy to Selena's world, might have thought it a costume party. How else explain the outlandish getups, the weird makeup, the eccentric hair styles, the rapid buzz of talk about arcane matters? But for the party-goers, who danced singly or together, who charged through Selena's food like a horde of locusts, who chugalugged her wine like water, the way they dressed was the way they dressed. And the way they talked and ate and thought was also the way they talked and ate and thought. No put-on, man. The straight (pardon the expression) stuff.
Selena, the gracious source of all the food and drink, sat slightly above everyone on a garish carnival throne, sipping a glass of foaming wine. Look at them . . . bunch of pigs. . . swilling at the trough . . . if they only knew . . .
"Where is it?" Nigel said, not for the first time. "Where's the little mystery ball?" Hoping to get back into Selena's good graces, he'd been sticking close to her all evening. "Just let me have a peek," he said, with what he fondly believed to be a persuasive smile. "Maybe I can shed some light."
"I hate light."
"Is it electrical? Is it hot to the touch? Is it animal, mineral, or vegetable? Just tell me where it is."
"It's safe and sound. Go mix," Selena ordered. "Leave me to my thoughts." She liked how royal, imperious and, well, profound , that sounded. Leave me to my thoughts . She tipped her cheek into her hand thoughtfully.
"Go mix? With these people? You must be mad," Nigel said. "Who are they, anyway? Bunch of wrinkly little wretches."
"They," Selena said, in her most royal voice, "are my loyal foot soldiers." She gave him a long-lidded glance, letting that sink in. She sipped her wine and thought of the future. A wine cellar. Two-hundred-year-old French vinafera wine. Her personal wine steward, who did nothing but care for her wine cellar and bring her the proper wines for each meal. He'd be just one of dozens of servants who would scurry around doing her bidding.
"If," she said significantly, "I am on to even half of what I think I am on to, then I am on to twice as much as—" She stopped, mid-sentence. Did that make sense? If I am on to even half of what I think I am on to, then I am on to twice as much as . . . Hmmmm.
"Twice as much as—?" Nigel said encouragingly.
"Me to know and you to find out," Selena said, a little more juvenile than royal. Recovering herself, she gave Nigel a haughty glance. "I," she said, getting down to the nitty-gritty, "am considering nothing less than world domination" On your knees, knave! Beg for my mercy!
Nigel snickered, the turd.
"World domination?" His eyes brightened as he saw a way to give Selena the old shafteroo. "With this circus? Selena, my sweetness, for those of us dedicated to evil, there are time-honored ways to do things, centuries-old rules to follow, and I'm the one who can—"
Selena rose. Forget it, Nigel. You are not the one who can — anything! I am the one, the only one, the one and only. She pushed her way through the crowd.
Nigel followed her. "Selena, I have a see-cret"
"How exciting for you, Nigel. Better write it down before the little pointy head forgets it."
Nigel ignored Selena's sarcasm. He was a Man. He could take it on his broad shoulders. "After you left me in the lurch," he said, manfully suppressing the quiver that threatened at the memory, "I saw something that should worry you" He waited. "It should worry you GREATLY .'' Still, no reaction. He played his last card. "Selena, my secret—" He looked around, lowered his voice. "My secret was blue and red, and it knew how to
A strange question to ask Eddie, who rarely thought. And now definitely wasn't the time to start changing his habits. He hurt too much to even think of thinking.
Chapter Five
In Selena's happy home, a party was under way. Someone peering in from the outside, someone not privy to Selena's world, might have thought it a costume party. How else explain the outlandish getups, the weird makeup, the eccentric hair styles, the rapid buzz of talk about arcane matters? But for the party-goers, who danced singly or together, who charged through Selena's food like a horde of locusts, who chugalugged her wine like water, the way they dressed was the way they dressed. And the way they talked and ate and thought was also the way they talked and ate and thought. No put-on, man. The straight (pardon the expression) stuff.
Selena, the gracious source of all the food and drink, sat slightly above everyone on a garish carnival throne, sipping a glass of foaming wine. Look at them . . . bunch of pigs. . . swilling at the trough . . . if they only knew . . .
"Where is it?" Nigel said, not for the first time. "Where's the little mystery ball?" Hoping to get back into Selena's good graces, he'd been sticking close to her all evening. "Just let me have a peek," he said, with what he fondly believed to be a persuasive smile. "Maybe I can shed some light."
"I hate light."
"Is it electrical? Is it hot to the touch? Is it animal, mineral, or vegetable? Just tell me where it is."
"It's safe and sound. Go mix," Selena ordered. "Leave me to my thoughts." She liked how royal, imperious and, well, profound , that sounded. Leave me to my thoughts . She tipped her cheek into her hand thoughtfully.
"Go mix? With these people? You must be mad," Nigel said. "Who are they, anyway? Bunch of wrinkly little wretches."
"They," Selena said, in her most royal voice, "are my loyal foot soldiers." She gave him a long-lidded glance, letting that sink in. She sipped her wine and thought of the future. A wine cellar. Two-hundred-year-old French vinafera wine. Her personal wine steward, who did nothing but care for her wine cellar and bring her the proper wines for each meal. He'd be just one of dozens of servants who would scurry around doing her bidding.
"If," she said significantly, "I am on to even half of what I think I am on to, then I am on to twice as much as—" She stopped, mid-sentence. Did that make sense? If I am on to even half of what I think I am on to, then I am on to twice as much as . . . Hmmmm.
"Twice as much as—?" Nigel said encouragingly.
"Me to know and you to find out," Selena said, a little more juvenile than royal. Recovering herself, she gave Nigel a haughty glance. "I," she said, getting down to the nitty-gritty, "am considering nothing less than world domination" On your knees, knave! Beg for my mercy!
Nigel snickered, the turd.
"World domination?" His eyes brightened as he saw a way to give Selena the old shafteroo. "With this circus? Selena, my sweetness, for those of us dedicated to evil, there are time-honored ways to do things, centuries-old rules to follow, and I'm the one who can—"
Selena rose. Forget it, Nigel. You are not the one who can — anything! I am the one, the only one, the one and only. She pushed her way through the crowd.
Nigel followed her. "Selena, I have a see-cret"
"How exciting for you, Nigel. Better write it down before the little pointy head forgets it."
Nigel ignored Selena's sarcasm. He was a Man. He could take it on his broad shoulders. "After you left me in the lurch," he said, manfully suppressing the quiver that threatened at the memory, "I saw something that should worry you" He waited. "It should worry you GREATLY .'' Still, no reaction. He played his last card. "Selena, my secret—" He looked around, lowered his voice. "My secret was blue and red, and it knew how to