Magic 101 (A Diana Tregarde Investigation) by Mercedes Lackey

Author:Mercedes Lackey [Lackey, Mercedes]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: High Flight Arts and Letters
Published: 2014-04-13T00:00:00+00:00

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Nobody said a word for a good long time, while the sulfur fumes cleared out and Di stumbled to a chair, laying the sword down next to it as she slumped into it. Emory helped Em to the bathroom, and a moment later, Di heard the shower running. Yeah, after that, the poor girl probably needed a shower. And then a second one to get the sulfur stink out of her hair.

Marshal, his eyes as big as dinner plates, brought her a beer, then sat down as far from her as he could get, staring at her. Zaak, on the other hand, sat down as close to her as he could get, though he looked at his hands, not her.

Emory came back with more beers, set them down, and sat down himself. He was the one that finally broke the silence.

“What the hell just happened?” he asked, quietly.

Di slumped a little further into the chair and gave Zaak the Evil Glare. “Gandalf there decided that normal detective work wasn’t getting anywhere. Didn’t you, Zaak? What did you try to call? Specifically?”

“I thought—” Zaak gulped. “I thought I’d get a wandering spirit. Cause, y’know, something like that could go hunting for Melanie—”

“Give me strength,” she groaned. “Haven’t you ever paid any attention to your own peoples’ folklore?”

His mouth opened. Closed. Opened again. “Uh. No?” he said weakly.

She sat up and pointed at him. “When you do an unspecified summoning, you moron, you get what your heritage calls. And in your case, the only ‘wandering spirits’ that the Jews have, specifically the European Jews, are the dybbuks. And the dybbuks are not particularly cooperative. What did I tell you about thinking things through?”

“I’m sorry,” he said in a small voice.

“Well, you had better be sorry. Because the unrestful, unconsecrated spirit of one of your people found himself in the body of a tref-eating shikse, and he was not even remotely happy about that. Which is why he attempted to cleave a pound out of your butt with that knife.” She slumped back down again. “Add to that fact that he and his friends are out and about for reason—said reason being that they were such pieces of crap on earth that they can’t rest, and I trust you get the picture. I’d smack you like your old granny, but I’m too tired.”

“Wait—” said Emory. “Spirit? Dybbuk? I’m lost.”

It was going to be a long night.

Thank gods it’s Friday.

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