Three More Wishes: Be Kind To Your Genie Read Online Free PDF

dragon. Adult-Pendlenerk flames all the zombie eagles and kills Malmajj’s giant vampire bat, but then Malmajj uses five kill-spells, close together, to kill Pendlenerk. Dying, Pendlenerk turns back into a cute little baby dragon, living only long enough to say goodbye to Rubert and Heather (who are holding hands).
    But soon Rubert is holding his woodsman’s axe in a two-handed grip, and he and Malmajj (whose hands are moving sinuously) face each other, five feet apart. Suddenly Malmajj throws a kill-spell at Rubert. Rubert staggers, and then—
    —stands straight again. Malmajj is so shocked that Rubert isn’t dead that he just stands there as Rubert rushes up to him. Rubert puts the axe-head deep into the middle of Malmajj’s chest.
    Over Malmajj’s corpse, Rubert explains: Men who mine the magic dust build up an immunity to magic, over many years’ time. “If you’d have talked to the oldest of the magic-dust miners, you’d have known that.” Rubert figured out that by eating the blood of one such magic-immune man, Rubert gained enough immunity that the kill-spell didn’t kill him.
    Weeks later, at the wedding of Rubert and Heather, Nakeda steps into the back of the wedding chapel, accompanied by Granddik and two other young men. She is just beginning to show her pregnancy. She is there only briefly before she grabs Granddik’s hand and tries to drag him out of the wedding chapel. Granddik gives her a disgusted look, then pushes her toward one of his two buddies. Nakeda’s second escort rolls his eyes, then pushes her toward the third guy. She takes the third guy’s hand, and tries to drag him toward the wedding chapel’s rear doors. The third guy lets himself be led out.
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    In the movie theater, Fatima several times pulled off the polarizing glasses to look at the IMAX screen with naked eyes. Of course, as soon as she did that, the 3-D effect disappeared. After doing this several times, she leaned over and murmured, “This is not a magical illusion?”
    I replied, “Oh, it’s an illusion, but definitely not magical.”
    “Amazing,” she said.
    Later she whispered, “I feel sorry for Sonic.”
    “Who’s Sonic?”
    “The big bat. Do you think he wants to fly that nasty human around?”
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    When we’d returned to my car, but before I started the engine, I asked, “So, are you enjoying the sights and sounds of 2010?”
    “Definitely, Master. I bet my ration, Jackson, I’m having a wonderful time!”
    “That’s, uh, great. Fatima, I want you to do something for me.”
    “Yes, Master?”
    “I want you to touch my forehead, do whatever you did with Uncle Warren.”
    She looked at me, puzzled. “But I already know your language.”
    “You know my language as of 1943 . You have no idea what a ‘CPU’ is. And frankly, it’s weird for me to hear a girl who looks like she’s my age, use an expression that only my elderly uncle used.”
    Fatima reached out a hand and touched my forehead. I didn’t know what to expect when the hand was actually green smoke, but it felt like a regular girl’s hand, soft and warm. Then the memory-reading began.
    It was like my whole life was recorded on a 200-foot-diameter DVD, and Fatima played the giant disk on Very Fast Forward. By the car clock, only five minutes passed, but I relived every day of my life in that time.
    She smiled when she took her hand away. “Having just seen my first movie, now I want to Netflix my second one.”
    “Oh? Which movie do you want to see?”
    Her green eyes gleamed with glee. “That Robin Williams cartoon. I want to see how much those Disney artists made the bound blue djinni look like Kharmesh!”
    Then her expression changed to a frown. “That Hank Miller, he is not nice to you.”
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    After my “date” with Fatima, I realized that I had a problem: I had to get Fatima back into her lamp. Which was in my bedroom. If my parents had gone to bed when I got home, no problem. But if my folks weren’t in bed—
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