Nice Witches Don't Swear by Mindy Klasky

Author:Mindy Klasky [Klasky, Mindy]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Kindle Worlds
Published: 2017-10-22T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 4

Correction.

Creatures.

The creatures, plural, attacked. Before I could say anything, do anything, offer up even the most basic of spells, the room was filled with…platypi. Platypodes. Platypuses. Whatever the official plural noun was, there had to be three dozen of the things in there.

They poured from under the bed. They boiled out of the closet. They rolled through the narrow bathroom door, waving their bills back and forth like distracting light-sabers as they slashed with their poisonous claws.

I blinked, and Mac had transformed into his wolf form. Snarling, baring his own claws, he surged into the roiling swirl of platypuses. Within seconds, the coppery smell of blood was mixed into the dank odor of the enemy beasts.

A loud pop sounded behind me, in the hallway, and I whirled to see who was launching a new attack. The newcomer was a woman—tall, with blond hair and perfect bangs and a face that looked like she was a movie star. She was thin and lithe, like she’d never even heard of chocolate cake, but she was so, um, well-endowed that I wondered how she balanced on her sky-high heels. In fact, her baby blue cashmere sweater seemed like it might unravel from the slightest touch.

“It’s about time, Susie-Q,” Zelda said, stepping back and planting her hands on her hips.

“Sassy,” the woman corrected, and I got the sense that these women had waltzed through their name games thousands of times in the past.

“Back to wearing my sweaters again?” Zelda asked.

“You gave me this one. Remember?” The other witch preened.

Because Sassy was a witch. I could sense her power, even as she bantered with Zelda. It rippled just beneath the surface of her skin, raw magic, ready to be harnessed in any type of spell.

Which was a good thing, because Mac seemed to be on the losing end of the battle inside the bedroom. “Um, ladies?” I asked, nodding toward the platypus herd. Flock. Paddle. Whatever a group of platypuses was called. “Shouldn’t we be concentrating on those things?”

“Not a bad idea,” Carol agreed. Fabio nodded enthusiastically.

As if they heard my concern, the platypuses chose that moment to surge forward. Three slipped past me out the door, carving a biting, thrashing channel between the Assjacket witches and the bedroom. One broad tail swiped against my side, and I yelped as I nearly lost my balance.

Neko’s hands were firm as he snatched me to safety, automatically steadying the Goldthwaite volume so it didn’t slip into the slime on the carpeted floor. There wasn’t room for us to retreat, though, not with the giant platypuses blocking the hallway behind us. Instead, Neko pulled me into a corner of the bedroom, beside a massive oak armoire. From this vantage point, I could see Mac slashing into the pack. I could hear the clash of his teeth as he savaged the animals and the squeal as he caught one on its slobbering duck bill.

“This won’t be safe for long,” I said to Neko. “We’ve got to get back to the hallway.

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