P.T. Lyfantod & the Seven League Boots: The Cases of P.T. Lyfantod, #1

By Jeremy Harshman

Armed with a stylish new pair of fabled Seven League Boots, purchased at the shop below his flat, detective P.T. Lyfantod and his mostly unwilling accomplice, Calder O'Dwyer, embark on a complaint-riddled jaunt across the city in search of the lost head of the giant King Bran. Along the way, they reflect upon the plight of the modern worker, and the fragility of the middle class dream. A tale of magic, with a dash of truth thrown in. 
 

A short story, approx. 22 pages.

 

Part of an ongoing series of Greyburne's stories. Seek and you shall find. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jeremy Harshman
• Release date: Aug 29, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223639459

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P.T. Lyfantod & the Seven League Boots

The Cases of P.T. Lyfantod, Volume 1

Jeremy Harshman

Published by Jeremy Harshman, 2023.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

P.T. LYFANTOD & THE SEVEN LEAGUE BOOTS

First edition. August 29, 2023.

Copyright © 2023 Jeremy Harshman.

ISBN: 979-8223639459

Written by Jeremy Harshman.

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P.T. Lyfantod & the Seven League Boots

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P.T. Lyfantod & the Seven League Boots

Lyfantod, you look ridiculous. My oldest friend, Calder O’Dwyer, sat in judgment from behind my desk. He had his feet up.

I don’t know, I think I look rather fetching. I did a half-turn in the mirror, stretching to see how my new boots looked from the rear. They flare quite nicely.

He twirled the springy cord of my antique black rotary. You look like a pirate.

Do you think so?

"I didn’t mean it as a compliment."

Look how they swallow up my trousers. Like fingers into koi fish. Do you suppose pirates wore trench coats? Mine hung from a coatrack by the door.

"No, they wore frock coats, which have more buttons and are generally unsuited to those who wish to go about unnoticed as—oh, I don’t know—say a detective might."

"Frock coats. Hm. I won’t ask how you knew that. Do you suppose Greyburne might have one lying around? If I go back downstairs now and tell him it’s to go with the boots, he might feel compelled to