He'll Be Coming Down The Chimney Down Novels & Stories

Smoke rose from a chimney and was the source of the odor they had noticed. The five travelers stood by the stairs taking in whiffs of the hickory smoke as it rose from an old blackened chimney that stood up from the building like a gooseneck. Other smells entered into their noses of spices and other aromas that made their stomachs growl loudly. Myllyof tapped his fingers anxiously looking for Velsusi to emerge from one of the streets. He stopped fidgeting when he saw the old wizard approaching with a taller man at his side who had a wide grin on his face. “Let’s go in.” Velsusi seemed nervous or excited as he and Bramêth approached. He led the way down the stairs and then knocked on the door

he deserves the same if he was stupid enough to come home. Skipping down the stairs with a lightfooted pep, Ares, a satisfied pup showing his belly. The gentle thump of music calls my attention, the bright blaze of a fire in the corner of my vision. Walking to the window in the kitchen, I see a bonfire blazing, as my collective members drink beer from a keg.

“She’ll come to me.” The candles in the room guttered out.

Glass teeth. And if he was close— He’d be coming.

“Something beautiful for a pretty lady. Come downstairs when you are ready. I made dinner. — XK” An unfamiliar warmth spread through my chest.

It would take a while before I would fall asleep again. “Do you want to go downstairs with me?” he asked and I lifted my head. “What’s happening downstairs?” “Hot chocolate maybe and we can come back here and just lie down together. I’m not going to fall asleep anytime soon and neither are you.” “I don’t want to wake anyone.” He rolled his eyes. “The rooms are sound proof, come with me.”

It was the one who knew how to dismantle the machine from the inside out. "I'm coming for you, Vincenzo," I breathed into the darkness of the shaft. "And I'm bringing the whole house down with me.”

But he knew she must be doing it for Will. Tm getting in the spirit of the season/ she insisted. ‘Can’t you do it from down here?’ When she failed to answer, he reluctantly offered, ‘Want some help?’ ‘I can manage, thanks.’ ‘You want them up before Christmas, don’t you?’ he asked. ‘Of course.’ ‘Then you’d better come down and let me do that.’

Then a whisper came from beneath it. “Welcome home, little heir.”

I remember every part of this house as if I was just here yesterday. I can hear Dante in my head telling me to wait and that they are coming but I cannot focus on his words. As the memories of my parents crash back into me, I cannot help but get a little closer. The chimney is on the right side of the house so I land on that and make a little peeping sound inside of it. It looks like there is a fox bed right at the bottom of the chimney.