I settled on telling Nate the truth, or some stripe of it. “You recall me stepping on ley lines?”
“I was busy being possessed at the time, but yeah.”
“It strengthened my magic, a little too much. I couldn’t always control the surges.”
His look was as flat as psych ward monitors, recording but revealing nothing.
“I found a woman who knew my mother.” And twelve more. “It took a while, but I’m fine now.”
It was best he not know of the coven’s belief I was their prophesied savior.
“Did it involve deciphering your mother’s spellbook?”
He remembered. Damn.
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Saturday, April 25, 2015
Testing the Faith
By Colleen Foley
Belief is a strange thing. I never wanted to believe in monsters. I have always needed to believe in my brother. And now I wasn’t sure I should. I was about to find out.
Seth sat at the rickety card table in what passed for the kitchenette of our hotel room, his face bathed in light from the laptop monitor and the hotel’s horrific red and green striped neon sign, blinking just outside the window.
Between all that and his shorn head, I barely recognized him. That seemed both appropriate and horrifying.
“So Salem, about that new mojo of yours.”
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Belief is a strange thing. I never wanted to believe in monsters. I have always needed to believe in my brother. And now I wasn’t sure I should. I was about to find out.
Seth sat at the rickety card table in what passed for the kitchenette of our hotel room, his face bathed in light from the laptop monitor and the hotel’s horrific red and green striped neon sign, blinking just outside the window.
Between all that and his shorn head, I barely recognized him. That seemed both appropriate and horrifying.
“So Salem, about that new mojo of yours.”
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Saturday, April 18, 2015
Following Orders
According to his lingering perusal, the politician liked my
figure. I cast a baleful glare at the damned angel behind me. His master had
slipped away, unnaturally. If you want the Number of the Beast, it’s on my
phone, but you won’t like it when he answers.
The rich always have excellent drugs. I lured the politician
to his room by making him think it was his idea – and that he’d get into my
non-existent panties.
It took so little to help him overdose, I almost felt bad,
but a job is a job, and I can’t quit this one.
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A Work In Progress
[or what Nate did on his time off]
By Colleen Foley
Kaia was not sated. But for now I was sweaty, bloody, and on my knees before her.
Her chocolate silk accent washed over me like balm, soothing welts on my back and mind.
“You, Nate, are but one thread on a loom. Every thread that interweaves with yours touches your life in some way. Your brother, your uncle, friends long dead and even people and …things you have yet to meet. Some of that tale can be seen by such a one as me. The tapestry you are weaving is dark, indeed.
She gestured to the dish of food.
“Eat.”
By Colleen Foley
Kaia was not sated. But for now I was sweaty, bloody, and on my knees before her.
Her chocolate silk accent washed over me like balm, soothing welts on my back and mind.
“You, Nate, are but one thread on a loom. Every thread that interweaves with yours touches your life in some way. Your brother, your uncle, friends long dead and even people and …things you have yet to meet. Some of that tale can be seen by such a one as me. The tapestry you are weaving is dark, indeed.
She gestured to the dish of food.
“Eat.”
Square One
Nate frowned. “Does the loom symbol mean anything to you?”
I shook my head. “There’s a motel down the road. Let’s get you settled with drugs for your head. I’ll do research.”
“So, you hunt me down like a beast with a scent, and figure everything’s back to normal?”
“I thought you’d be done sulking. It’s not like I had it any easier than you on our last…adventure.”
He glared. “Fine, but you’ll tell me how you ended up with enough mojo to deflect whatever that was on the road.”
I had twenty miles to figure out a decent lie.
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I shook my head. “There’s a motel down the road. Let’s get you settled with drugs for your head. I’ll do research.”
“So, you hunt me down like a beast with a scent, and figure everything’s back to normal?”
“I thought you’d be done sulking. It’s not like I had it any easier than you on our last…adventure.”
He glared. “Fine, but you’ll tell me how you ended up with enough mojo to deflect whatever that was on the road.”
I had twenty miles to figure out a decent lie.
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Saturday, April 04, 2015
A Work In Progress
[or what Nate did on his time off]
By Colleen Foley
Kaia was not sated. But for now I was sweaty, bloody, and on my knees before her.
Her chocolate silk accent washed over me like balm, soothing welts on my back and mind.
“You, Nate, are but one thread on a loom. Every thread that interweaves with yours touches your life in some way. Your brother, your uncle, friends long dead and even people and …things you have yet to meet. Some of that tale can be seen by such a one as me. The tapestry you are weaving is dark, indeed.
She gestured to the dish of food.
“Eat.”
By Colleen Foley
Kaia was not sated. But for now I was sweaty, bloody, and on my knees before her.
Her chocolate silk accent washed over me like balm, soothing welts on my back and mind.
“You, Nate, are but one thread on a loom. Every thread that interweaves with yours touches your life in some way. Your brother, your uncle, friends long dead and even people and …things you have yet to meet. Some of that tale can be seen by such a one as me. The tapestry you are weaving is dark, indeed.
She gestured to the dish of food.
“Eat.”
Thursday, April 02, 2015
Slow Your Roll
By Colleen Foley
The next small town boasted only six streets, but it had a garage and a diner. The mechanic checked the dents in my bumper.
“1970 Dodge Charger. Four door! They got popular again after them Vin Diesel movies come out. Now, tell yer tale. What happened?”
Seth explained, leaving out the weirdness.
“So….you Tokyo drifted into a snow bank?”
One dirty look and two hundred dollars later, we were sitting in the Deep Dish Diner.
“Listen, Nate. Right before the crash, a small patch of frost formed on the windshield…some weird symbol. Looked like cloth on a loom”.
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The next small town boasted only six streets, but it had a garage and a diner. The mechanic checked the dents in my bumper.
“1970 Dodge Charger. Four door! They got popular again after them Vin Diesel movies come out. Now, tell yer tale. What happened?”
Seth explained, leaving out the weirdness.
“So….you Tokyo drifted into a snow bank?”
One dirty look and two hundred dollars later, we were sitting in the Deep Dish Diner.
“Listen, Nate. Right before the crash, a small patch of frost formed on the windshield…some weird symbol. Looked like cloth on a loom”.
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Dark Son Rising
[or what Seth did on his time off]
She knelt, head down, pink hair falling to brush the cold stone floor. If asked, she would spin a tale about trying to help me or not understanding what the symbols woven into the fabric meant. She would beg me to destroy the loom as proof of her fealty.
I hadn’t given her leave to speak.
Herbs added to the dish sent smoke curling heavenward. She looked up, eyes widening at the scent.
“Now,” I said, “who am I?”
“First of Many,” she whispered.
“And?”
“I am yours to command.”
“Not yet.”
She shook. “But soon.”
“Yes. So, please me.”
She knelt, head down, pink hair falling to brush the cold stone floor. If asked, she would spin a tale about trying to help me or not understanding what the symbols woven into the fabric meant. She would beg me to destroy the loom as proof of her fealty.
I hadn’t given her leave to speak.
Herbs added to the dish sent smoke curling heavenward. She looked up, eyes widening at the scent.
“Now,” I said, “who am I?”
“First of Many,” she whispered.
“And?”
“I am yours to command.”
“Not yet.”
She shook. “But soon.”
“Yes. So, please me.”
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