Monthly Archives: June 2010

Irish laughed a little at my indignation, and knelt down to rummage through Damian’s pockets. He might find a few things, but nothing that’d be useful to him. The only thing the homunculus would be carrying would be focal objects, things Damian had set up to be the terminal points for spells or tags for scrying in greater detail. Huh. That might be bad, now that I stopped to think about it. I hopped off the forklift and started to warn him, but Irish was suddenly right in front of me, glowering down at me with thunder in his...

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There was one long, awful second while I was falling where I thought I was going to have to kill him, and I was suddenly uncertain. It hit me that I wasn’t really sure if I could. I wasn’t having a fit of sudden sentimentality, I actually wasn’t sure if I had the ability to kill him. I landed on my back in cold mud. My head hit something hard; a rock, maybe, or a wooden spar. In that second, when the sudden pain and surprise had me off balance, the shadow swelled in my mind. I felt her...

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The sky just above the old Ford scrapyard was obscured by a storm system, a miniature hurricane, still large enough to loom over a dozen city blocks. A few things were particularly worrying about this. It was uncomfortably low to the ground, barely higher than some of the taller buildings in Detroit. It was rotating counterclockwise, in defiance of generally accepted meteorological science. And the frequent flashes of lightning in the churning mass of clouds flared with an eldritch, emerald hue. I had hoped Irish and I could deal with the outlander issue quietly, before the Knights and the...

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My attention shifted to the shadow’s perceptions, and her tactile map. It was like going blind, but having my sense of touch extended impossibly far. In the next aisle, I felt debris come flying through the rack as it was hit by the one just beyond it. Coils of rusty barbed wire, old tool boxes, lengths of steel rebar and nail-studded lumber from broken-down pallets filled the air like grenade shrapnel. That rack shuddered and split, and began falling toward the one on my right but I was already moving. I leapt over the still-twitching burning remains of that...

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