The Eye of Zoltar

‘Hanging on to the Leviathan for dear life, the small Australopithecine was soon thousands of feet in the air …’

THE EYE OF ZOLTAR

Book Three of The Last Dragonslayer Series

Jasper Fforde

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Also by Jasper Fforde

The Last Dragonslayer Series

The Last Dragonslayer

The Song of the Quarkbeast

The Thursday Next Series

The Eyre Affair

Lost in a Good Book

The Well of Lost Plots

Something Rotten

First Among Sequels

One of Our Thursdays is Missing

The Woman Who Died a Lot

The Nursery Crime Series

The Big Over Easy

The Fourth Bear

Shades of Grey

First published in Great Britain in 2014 by Hodder & Stoughton

An Hachette UK company

Copyright © Jasper Fforde 2014

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All characters in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to real persons, living or dead is purely coincidental.

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Table of Contents

Title Page

Also by Jasper Fforde

Copyright

Dedication

Epigraph

Where we are now

Zambini Towers

Tralfamosaur Hunt Part 1: Bait and Lure

Tralfamosaur Hunt Part 1: Chase and Capture

Angel Traps

Audience with the King

The Princess changed

The Mighty Shandar

The Remarkable Kevin Zipp

Sorcerers’ Conclave

The Dragons

To the border by Royale

The Cambrian Empire

Colin’s fall

Addie Powell

Addie explains

Flesh-eating slugs

The Empty Quarter

It’s an Australopithecine

At the Claerwin

Speaking on the conch

The naval officer’s tale

A deal with Curtis

Slow boat to the Land of Snodd

Leviathans explained and some tourists

A brush with death

The name’s Gabby

The old Dragonlands

The morning feeding

Friends reunited

Llangurig

The handmaiden’s tale

Trouble with gravediggers

The fast-track trial

To the foot of the mountain

The Mountain Silurians

Cavi homini

Cadair Idris

Perkins’ secret

The sky pirate’s tale

Sky Pirate Bunty Wolff

The plan

Battle of the Hollow Men

The last stand

We become sisters

Negotiations in Cambrianopolis

Heading home

Aftermath

Acknowledgements

About the Author

For Ingrid, Ian, Freya and Lottie

‘I don’t do refunds’

The Mighty Shandar

Where we are now

The first thing we had to do was catch the Tralfamosaur. The obvious question aside from ‘What’s a Tralfamosaur?’ was: ‘Why us?’. The answer to the first question was that this was a Magical Beast, created by some long-forgotten wizard when conjuring up weird and exotic creatures was briefly fashionable. The Tralfamosaur was about the size and weight of an elephant, had a brain no bigger than a ping-pong ball and a turn of speed that allowed it to outrun a human. More pertinent for anyone trying to catch one, Tralfamosaurs weren’t particularly fussy over what they ate. And when they were hungry – which was much of the time – they were even less fussy. A sheep, cow, rubber tyre, garden shed, antelope, smallish automobile or human would go down equally well. In short, the Tralfamosaur was a lot like a Tyrannosaurus Rex, but without the sunny disposition and winning personality.

And we had to capture it. Oh, and the answer to the ‘Why us?’ question was that it was our fault the rotten thing escaped.

Perhaps I should explain a bit about who I am and what I do, just in case you’re new to my life. Firstly, I’m sixteen, a girl, and an orphan – hey, no biggie, lots of kids don’t have parents here in the Kingdoms because of the huge number of people lost in the endless Troll Wars that have been going on these past sixty years. With lots of orphans around, there’s plenty of cheap labour. I got lucky. Instead of being sold into the garment, fast-food or hotel industries, I got to spend my six years of indentured servitude with a company named Kazam, a registered House of Enchantment run by the Great Zambini. Kazam did what all Houses of Enchantment used to do: hire out wizards to perform magical feats. The problem was that in the past half-century magic had faded, so we were really down to finding lost shoes, rewiring houses, unblocking drains and getting cats out of trees. It was a bit demeaning for the once-mighty sorcerers who worked for us, but at least it was paid work.