Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Save It For Later

I dove out of the way of a serrated sword.

“What is this thing?” Nate spat blood.

“Let me check the catalog of demonry we don’t have.” My thrown knife hit the hell-spawn’s shoulder.

Nate shot it. Repeatedly.

It didn’t seem to notice. “Name’s Carlos. Daddy wants a word.”

“Tough.” My tattoos blazed, the last of my magic.

Nate howled, covering his own markings. “What the hell did you do to me?”


“No.” He reloaded.

“You want to do this now?” I slammed Carlos toward the abyss.

“I really do.”

I couldn’t answer. Carlos had me by the throat.


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