The Green Lama: Unbound (The Green Lama Legacy Book 3) Read Free Page B

replay the visions in his mind. “I believe that the delicate order of this realm has indeed been thrown off balance and that we are at the forefront of a great upheaval, somehow tied directly to the entity known as Cthulhu.”
    “Aw, great,” Caraway grumbled. “You’re getting us involved in some apocalypse-type business aren’t you? ”
    The Green Lama tilted his head and considered Caraway. “No,” he said after a moment. “Not if we stop it.”
    Ken took a sip of his coffee. “There’s a non-committal answer if I ever heard one.”
    Caraway ran his hand over his face. “If you were another man, Lama, I would tell you to shove it where the sun don’t shine.”
    The Green Lama gave him a small nod and smiled. “Thank you, Lieutenant.”
    “And where will this apocalypse be going down? New Jersey?” Caraway asked.
    The Green Lama hesitated before simply saying, “Greece.”
    As if on cue, Caraway heard the roar of a propeller engine approaching. Looking out over the cityscape, he saw a massive dirigible heading toward the Empire State Building. It had been years since anyone attempted to use the building as a mooring mast, but leave it to the Green Lama to disregard safety and logic.
    “I have arranged transport for you,” the Green Lama said over the wind and motors. “Mr. Masters is an excellent pilot and he will ensure you arrive quickly and safely.”
    “You’re not goin’ with us?” Caraway hollered as a mechanized gangway extended from the dirigible.
    “I have business to attend to here before I can make the journey. Our mutual acquaintance Jethro Dumont will accompany you in my stead.”
    Caraway spun around to face the Green Lama. “You roped Jethro into this? Shouldn’t he be sipping cocktails at the Stork Club?”
    “You have got to be kidding me!” Ken shouted, exasperated. “You know, I am the lead in On Your Toes , and while I can’t speak for the Lieutenant here, I can’t just go gallivanting around country-to-country like some whip cracking pulp hero! I helped you out during that whole to-do with the golem ’cause of Jean and only ’cause of her. Go halfway across the world on your own time, Tulku. I’m sitting this one out.” The Green Lama locked eyes with Ken. “This is because of Jean.” Ken rolled his eyes. “Aw, great. What has she gotten herself into now?”
    “Wait,” Caraway exclaimed in disbelief. “This is about a girl?”
     

C HAPTER 2
    THE LONG WAY DOWN
    Tsarong tapped his nails against the wooden table as he re-read the prophecy. The parchments were so ancient even the dust that coated the fragile scroll seemed to crack at the edges. Had it really been over thirty years since he had read over these ancient omens, these dark promises of the world to come?
    “Tulku, do you really believe he is the Scion?” Magga, the Khenpo of the temple, asked from the shadows of the small stone chamber. She had been Tsarong’s council ever since taking up the Jade Tablet centuries ago, though he had never seen her true face.
    Tsarong waved the suggestion away. “We cannot be certain of anything. As with all prophecies, it is open to interpretation.”
    “But, the Jade Tablet…”
    “Yes, I saw what happened,” Tsarong said sharply as he further unrolled the document. He noticed a dull ache in his fingers; time was finally catching up with him, another reminder he was once again bound to the change and decay in the illusory, phenomenal world. “We need not restate it.”
    “He has been trying to remove it,” Magga said, seemingly amused.
    Tsarong nodded. “As I have heard, to no avail. That is to be expected, it was nearly a decade before I abandoned my own efforts to remove it.”
    “There was quite a bit of blood.”
    “The Tablet’s inner fibers run under the skin,” Tsarong said, stealing a glance at the scars on his own finger. “Is he in any discomfort?”
    “Just scared,” Magga sighed. “Will you tell him?”
    Tsarong shook his head. “He