Death Valley Magic by Linsey Hall

Author:Linsey Hall [Hall, Linsey]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781942085584
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

Jolinda led us through the tunnels, taking routes that looked like natural fissures in the stone.

“Most people don’t know these exist,” Jolinda said. “Only ghosts use ‘em.”

“Better for us,” I said.

Except that the going was tight. I wasn’t claustrophobic, but some of the spots were so tight that even I was having a hard time.

When we reached a small chamber filled with ghosts, I stopped. It looked like some kind of saloon, but it was full of women. They sat around a bar and a few small card tables, all playing and drinking.

Jolinda stepped forward and clapped her hands. “All right, ladies. I need a couple volunteers. We’ve got some girls here who are going to save the hostages.”

“Oh, thank fates!” a woman wearing a feather headdress exclaimed. “If those bandits got the outlaws, half our entertainment would be gone.”

“And they’re nice people,” a younger woman said. “Some of them.”

“Anyway.” Jolinda raised her voice to keep control of the crowd. “I need a couple of volunteers to help these girls.”

Most of the women raised their hands, and Jolinda picked two from the front. “I’ll try to think of something else for the rest of you. I’m sure there’s some way you can help.”

“Thank you, Jolinda,” I said.

“Anytime, honey.”

The two volunteers joined us. One was a dark-skinned woman, and the other was of Asian descent. Both wore mining clothes like Jolinda, who explained the plan to them. They nodded, and our little group headed off.

Fortunately, we met no one on the way to the armory. A heavy wooden door blocked it, but it was the padlock that caught my eye. The thing was as big as my head.

Bree whistled. “That’s a doozy.”

“Unfortunately, we can’t help you here, girls.” Jolinda raised her hands. “These won’t work on corporeal items.”

“Not a problem.” Rowan stepped forward, digging her hand into her pocket. She pulled out the little leather folder that contained her lock-picking tools and looked at us. “Do you mind if I do the honors?”

I gestured forward. “Not at all.”

She knelt at the lock and got to work. I assumed it wouldn’t be long. The three of us were mega proficient when it came to picking locks. After our mother had died, it’d been one of the only ways we’d survived.

Well, not the lock picking. The stealing that we’d done after the locks were picked. We weren’t proud of it, and we didn’t do it anymore, but there had been a lean year there while we’d tried to find our way in the world. It’d been that, or starving to death.

As I’d expected, Rowan was done in minutes. The big padlock clicked, and she pulled it off the door, then pushed it open.

I followed her in, grinning at the wonders revealed in the little room.

Like all the rooms and passages down here, it was carved right out of the stone. The colorful gems gleamed in the ceiling, shedding light over the hundreds of weapons locked in the space.

“Oh boy,” I murmured.

“Christmas!” Bree said.

Rowan went down the first aisle, trailing her hands along the hilts of various swords.

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