Elfenwurl: Plus the Kidnapped Unicorn

By Donald Sullivan

Two stories here. 1. Elfenwurl: Willy O'toole, a homeless alcoholic and ex-nightclub entertainer is kidnapped by an elf and taken to Elfenwurl. Through a series of events Willy becomes king of the elves, which begins a world of trouble for Willy. 2. The Kidnapped Unicorn. The young prince's pet unicorn is stolen by rebels who are led by a powerful evil wizard. They intend to embarrass the queen. A young novice wizard is the only wizard available to go on the mission to retrieve the unicorn and restore the queen's prestige. he must locate the rebel hideout, penetrate it, recover the unicorn, and escape.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Apr 12, 2016
• ISBN: 9781365043345

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Elfenwurl: Plus the Kidnapped Unicorn

Title Page

Elfenwurl

Plus

The Kidnapped Unicorn

Donald H Sullivan

Copyright Page

Copyright: 2016  Donald H Sullivan

978-1-365-04334-5

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 no kick. But after taking a sip of the drink, he looked