Book 1, Chapter 12

“So,” E said as he crossed the living room. “That was my refrigerator. It and I are engaged in an epic battle of wills.” Ean struck an heroic pose. “An epic battle for the fate of the world!”

For a moment he stood like that, as though he expected cheers of admiration. When none were forthcoming, he slouched his shoulders and shuffled back on his way to the bedroom.

“Alright,” he admitted. “All I have to do to keep winning is not open the fridge. It’s not very epic.” He turned to you and spread his hands. “But come on! It’s all I’ve got, people.”

Et Alia, Book 1: Aliens, Ninjas, Demons and Pie

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