L.J. LaBarthe - Archangel Chronicles 2 - No Surrender, No Retreat by L.J. LaBarthe

Author:L.J. LaBarthe [LaBarthe, L.J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 0101-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

SORELLA’Shome was little more than a lean-to. It was two

sheets of corrugated iron and a plastic tarpaulin. Sorella herself was grinding herbs in a cracked, stained bowl, her black hair bound at the nape of her neck with a piece of faded pink ribbon.

“You took your time, Archangel,” Sorella said without looking up. “I’ll have something for you in a moment or two. Did you bring me payment?”

Raziel silently held out a box full of vegetables and fruit. Sorella took it, looked inside, and nodded. She said nothing more, resuming her grinding.

Gabriel watched her, curious about what she was doing but not wanting to interrupt. Sorella paused in her grinding to pour liquid from a mug into her bowl, then resumed her grinding, humming now, words that Gabriel couldn’t quite hear.

Gabriel turned to look at Michael, his eyebrows raised. Michael shrugged, his expression speaking louder than words that he had no idea what Sorella was doing.

“Here,” Sorella said, pouring the contents of her bowl into a bottle. She held it out to Raziel. “You paid me good, Archangel, so I’ve done you good.”

“Thank you. But… Sorella. Forgive me, what is this?” Raziel took the bottle and peered at the contents through the glass.

“It’s a potion that’ll unlock the collars what’s been put on your angels. You’ll need to duplicate it, obviously, but you’re clever enough to work that out.” Sorella grinned at them, her teeth white in the darkness of her face. “Now leave me be, I’ve work to be done.” She made a shooing motion at them with one hand.

Raziel was eyeing the bottle with undisguised fascination. “Hm? Oh right, yes. Of course. Thank you, Sorella. And Iolana says hello, while I remember.”

“Iolana is a sweet girl. And a trade is a trade, Mr. Raziel. Though never let it be said that I, Sorella, trade with yon who’d do this to any living being.” She nodded firmly.

Raziel bowed. “I understand.”

“Thank you, Lady Sorella,” Michael said, also bowing. Sorella laughed at that. “I’m no lady, Mr. Michael, not

even a little bit. But you’re all very welcome, and Mr. Raziel’s brought me good food to eat and to trade, so this has been a profitable day for all of us. Now go, before the army shows up. They’re on their way.”

Before Gabriel could finish expressing his thanks along with Michael and Raziel, Raziel’s hand was on his shoulder and they were moving, teleporting away from the Congo.

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