Beginner's Luck: An Urban Fantasy Adventure (The Forsaken Mage Book 1) by J.A. Cipriano

Author:J.A. Cipriano [Cipriano, J.A.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: DDCO Publishing, LLC.
Published: 2018-05-25T22:00:00+00:00

21

Later that night, I was once again headed to the Dregs, this time in response to Golar’s summons. He’d actually used his raven to send me a written message asking me to come to the shop, and the damned bird wouldn’t go away until I gave it a cookie. Luckily, the ‘talking’ raven couldn’t immediately tell the difference between a cookie and the crumpled napkin I’d found in my pocket from one restaurant or another.

But I’d stopped to buy a small pack of crackers on the way to the pawn shop, just in case the bird decided to hold a grudge.

I still didn’t know where Zorah had taken me. When we were done, she’d used a transport spell to bring me from the random bedroom to the alley behind The Wilting Flower, and then she’d hurried off to investigate the possible link between Joad and Oberon before I could question her about the reaction to my tattoo. Which was fine for the time being, but I was going to ask her the next time I saw her.

Meanwhile, I kept a sharp eye out for Joad, Alistair, or anyone who made my amulet glow as I entered the dregs and made my way to Golar’s shop.

I reached the place without incident and walked in, a handful of crackers at the ready. When the raven came pinwheeling out of the gloom, screeching, “Somebody’s here! Somebody’s here!” I held up the treats and waved them a bit.

“Here, bird. Sorry about the napkin,” I said as the raven swooped down and snatched the crackers from my hand. “Hope you didn’t try to eat it.”

“Gimme a fuckin’ cookie!” the raven croaked as it flapped toward the desk at the back. “Somebody’s here, gimme a fuckin’ cookie!”

Well, at least somebody had their priorities straight.

Golar shuffled out from the back of the shop before I reached the desk and glanced at the bird. “It looks like you already have a fucking cookie,” he said as his gaze moved toward me. “Edgar is a fantastic doorbell, but a poor conversationalist.”

So the raven’s name was Edgar. How original. “Hey, Golar,” I said as I stopped on the other side of the desk. “You do know we have these things called phones now, right? Seems like a quick call or text would’ve been easier than sending me a raven.”

“I told you, this is the Dregs,” he said with a shrug. “No Internet, and no cell signal. The Council certainly isn’t going to install a landline for us, either.”

“Yeah, I guess they wouldn’t.” The Council had never been terribly interested in improving the Dregs. “Anyway, what did you want to tell me? You said something about the watch.”

Golar nodded and pulled something from the oversized pocket of his lab-style coat … something that looked a hell of a lot like the roulette watch. In fact, I had to check to make sure I was still wearing it.

“While I had your item, I created a replica in order to run additional tests. It’s crude, of course,” he said as he placed it on the counter.

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