Elfenwurl Plus The Kidnapped Unicorn

By Donald H Sullivan

Here are two stories: In "Elfenwurl" A homeless alcoholic becomes king of the elfin kingdom, and that's when his troubles start. In "The Kidnapped Unicorn" A young wizard is sent on a quest to retrieve a pet unicorn stolen from the prince by a powerful evil wizard, who plans to use the unicorn's magic for evil purposes.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Donald H Sullivan
• Release date: Apr 8, 2016
• ISBN: 9781311457226

Donald H Sullivan

I'm a native Floridian, retired from the US Army, I started writing in the army, mostly training and tech manuals. Boring stuff, but it whetted my interest in writing. I've written sci-fi, thrillers, mysteries, humor, fantasies, horror, and more. I'm now living in NC. While in the army, I served in air defense artillery, military intelligence, and psychological operations. I also worked in Federal Civil Service as a quality assurance specialist, ammunition surveillance. I love writing, reading, most kinds of music, and animals--especially dogs.

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Elfenwurl

Plus

The Kidnapped Unicorn

Donald H Sullivan

Copyright: 2016 Donald H Sullivan

Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

Part I: Elfenwurl

Part II: The Kidnapped Unicorn

About the Author

Part I: Elfenwurl 

Willy O’Toole woke up with a throbbing headache. His mouth was hot and dry and tasted like the bottom of a garbage can. His blanket of newspapers slid off as he rose from the park bench and swung his feet to the ground. He reached for the bottle under the bench and groaned when he discovered it was empty.

His shaking hands dropped the bottle, and it shattered as it hit the concrete walk. He gazed around. It was still early and the park was empty. There were no prospects to hit up for spare change to get another bottle of wine; he’d have to leave the park and hit the streets.

He picked up his knapsack which contained all his meager possessions: a change of clothing and a few personal items. As he turned to leave, he was startled to hear a voice behind him.

Looks like you could use a drink, m’lad. A little hair of the dog, maybe?

Willy spun around, causing his aching head to throb even more. A man was standing there, proffering a bottle to him. He’d just looked around; nobody had been there a moment ago. The man looked to be from the streets, but Willy had never seen him before. He stared at the man.

Sorry if I startled you, the man said. He spoke in a strange, lilting accent, which was unfamiliar to Willy.

No problem. Guess I didn’t see you come up. Willy wondered how he could have missed the man. He held out his hand. My name’s Willy.

They call me Clancy. Now then, how about a little drink to celebrate our new friendship?

You betcha. With trembling hands, Willy took the bottle and raised it to his lips. He took a long pull and felt a slight burning sensation as the liquid slid down his throat. When it hit his stomach, he felt as if the top of his head would blow off. And then he felt great.

His headache evaporated. The foul taste in his mouth disappeared. Even his hands stopped trembling. He felt a warm, pleasant glow coming over him. He felt wonderful, and from just one little drink. Wow! What was that stuff?

Clancy winked. The elves made it. Cures hangovers. Makes you feel good, but never makes you drunk. Clancy held out another bottle. If you think that was good, try a little of this.

Willy took the second bottle and raised it to his lips. This one tasted bland and had