Comes A Reckoning (Quincy Harker Demon Hunter Book 8) by John G. Hartness

Author:John G. Hartness [Hartness, John G.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Falstaff Books
Published: 2021-12-06T16:00:00+00:00

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I picked up on more than a few shocked glances as we walked through the front door of Pravesh’s branch office of the Department of Homeland Security, and after a few steps realized that they were all directed at me.

“Do I still have salsa in my hair?” I asked as we waited for the elevator.

“Nah,” Bubba replied. “They just ain’t seen anybody as famous as you come walking through the front door.”

I thought about it for a second, then shrugged. “Yeah, I guess my name kinda gets around in certain circles.”

“I meant that whenever somebody with your reputation comes into a DHS building, it’s usually through the basement,” the big Hunter said.

“In handcuffs,” Becks added.

“And with a black bag over their head,” Pravesh chimed in.

“Just what I needed,” I grumbled as the elevator doors slid open. “Stand-up night at the Monster Factory.”

Glory was waiting for us when we stepped off the elevator, her arms folded across a tattered Reckless Kelly t-shirt that I’m pretty sure she manifested right out of my closet. She fell into step behind us as we walked down the hall and turned into Pravesh’s conference room. The trim woman flipped a switch by the door, and I felt a slight hum go through the room as her magical wards and mundane anti-surveillance equipment started up.

I never took the time to understand how the Department of Homeland Security had wired their protective magics to a light switch. It bugged me a little, having a mechanical trigger to an obviously complex spell with no visible source of mystical energy. If magic became something you can just stand in your living room and tell your smart home to turn on, a lot of the, well, magic of it would be lost. It offended my sensibilities, which were usually far less Victorian than my birth date would have one expect.

I sat at the far end of the table, with Glory on one side and Becks on the other. Bubba sat next to Pravesh, who had pulled a plain black t-shirt on over her ruined shirt at the monument. She’d taken a blast of magic right to the chest, but it hurt her a lot less than it would a human. Which Pravesh wasn’t. Not even close. Keya Pravesh was actually a lamia, a magical cryptid reported in various mythologies to be an ancient queen cursed by Hera, a child-eating monster, a dragoness, or just a woman with the lower half of a snake. I didn’t ask which, if any, of these tales were true. If they were anything like the origins of vampirism and Dracula, there was a little bit of fact, a little bit of fiction, a healthy dose of fantasy, and liberal sprinkling of utter bullshit. All I knew was that she was magical as fuck, that I thought lamia were extinct a long time ago, and that she was way more resilient than a human of her size would be.

So, I wasn’t terribly concerned that Liang’s magical

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