
Anyhoo, Butch and Fluffykins are now playing together happily, and the occasional territorial growls and swats only occur when there are no witnesses to box both our ears. Jody is not only an extremely talented writer whose company is always a pleasure, she's also spirited enough to hold her own in a brawl. While, perhaps, not absolutely necessary, all three are definitely desirable in a writing partner.
—Robert Lynn Asprin
MYTH CONGENIALITY
By Robert Asprin and Jody Lynn Nye
I answered the door of the inn in my most repulsive disguise.
"Yeah?" I asked the two small children who looked up at the one-eyed, white-haired rogue with five teeth, tangled hair, bizarrely twisted features, and visible insects crawling in and out of his clothes. They didn't retreat a pace.
"Is the haunted house open?" the older one asked. "Yeah!" the little one said, staring at me with open curiosity. "We wanna see all the monsters!" "Monsters?" I asked, puzzled.
"Yeah! Draggins and wivverns and yuni-corns and creaky floors and stuff! We heard about it in town."
"No," I said. Out of the corner of my eye I could see my pet dragon Gleep charging for the door. He loved to answer the door. I put a foot into his chest to keep him from sticking his nose around the edge.
