Death Most Definite by Trent Jamieson

Author:Trent Jamieson
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, pdf
Tags: Fiction, Australia, Fantasy fiction, Mediums - Australia, Contemporary, Dead, General, Urban Life, Fantasy, Death, Mediums
ISBN: 9780316078009
Publisher: Hachette Digital, Inc.
Published: 2010-08-01T00:57:25+00:00

19

Crouching down like some maniacal Gollumesque creature, I scrape with a stone the Four Binding Elements (as Lissa called them), basically four triangles, each containing a circle on the cement of the footpath. Lissa stands in the middle of my esoteric squiggling.

“You need a drop of your doings for the center of each circle,” Lissa says.

I mark each one, then step back.

“Now, look at me. We need eye contact, and total concentration.”

I take a deep breath and gaze at her. It’s not gazing, it’s grazing, I hunger for her stare. I could look into those eyes forever, they are a fire in my chest and in my stomach. Lissa holds my gaze. I don’t know how long we stand that way; it’s intense but pleasurable, how my orgasm should have been. The air around us pushes in. I feel the weight of all that sky, and I am bound in a kind of leaden warmth. And then it bursts. The pressure is gone in an instant. And it’s just me and Lissa, and the car park. The air is cold. I let out a breath.

Lissa stumbles back from the circle of triangles, her eyes wide. She looks at me, her lips moving soundlessly. Whatever moment we shared has passed. She smiles. “Well, you’ve bound me. I cannot be pomped on this plane, except by an RM, and we haven’t seen too many of those about lately, have we? It won’t last forever, but for the next few days it should do.”

A few days are probably all I have, anyway, though I keep that thought to myself. I’ve already shared far too much with Lissa in the last half-hour.

She winks. “Naughty, isn’t it?”

“Easier than I thought,” I say.

“Well, I was thinking that about you,” Lissa says.

“So what do we do now, have a cigarette?” I’m shaking a bit, my face is still burning with the intimacy of the ceremony.

“If only… but what we have to do is get you out of Brisbane. We need time to think. To get Morrigan on the backfoot.”

“I’m not so sure. Tremaine said we should contact Mr. D.”

“Let me tell you about Eric Tremaine. He’s a bit of a tosser but, of course, you know all about that.” She chortles. “I don’t know if you can totally trust anything he has to say. Me, on the other hand…”

Tremaine must have really had it in for me. Sure, I’d let down the tires on his car at a convention last year, but it had just been a bit of fun. Maybe that was one of the reasons; other people had found it a lot of fun too. After all, it was how Tremaine had gotten the nickname, Flatty. “One of my reasons for breaking up with him was that he was too negative.”

“It’s hard to be upbeat when you’ve just been killed,” I offer. I can’t believe I’m coming to the guy’s defense.

Lissa glares at me. “You’re telling me that?”

Yeah, that’s me, Mr. Sensitive. “I’m sorry,” I say.

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