Night Breed by Susanne Lambdin

Author:Susanne Lambdin
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Susanne Lambdin
Published: 2019-07-19T00:00:00+00:00

GINGER

Chapter Twelve

Floating in a jar were dozens of eyeballs with green, blue, brown, and amber irises that all seemed to stare at Ginger, an unpleasant experience, for there was no possible way for them to blink. She sat behind the gold desk in Pallaton’s vault, while Vulcan told her the names to type into her laptop as they waited for the arrival of Smack from Egypt. When Ginger had volunteered to help Vulcan inventory the magical items, she had no idea it would be so disconcerting to be in a room with a collection of demonic figurines from the doomed ancient city of Gomorrah. They crowded the corner of the desk where she worked and projected fear, horror, and strange, dark emotions that made it difficult to type without mistakes. Shrunken heads on a shelf in one of the glass cases moaned. It was no wonder it was miserable being next to a mummified hand, several skulls, and the fetus of a three-headed snake with tiny wings in a jar.

“This is the magical spear of Lugh, an Irish god and warrior,” Vulcan said. He indicated a long wooden spear with a silver shaft on the wall. “Obtained from the King of Persia, Lugh gave it the Gaelic name Areadbhair, which means the Slaughterer. He was a historian, craftsman, and a sorcerer, among many things, but this spear was very special and for a good reason.”

Vulcan droned, though she stopped listening after he commented ‘the shaft came from a sacred yew’ and simply jotted down the Gaelic name and its translation. If she wanted to read Irish folklore, true or not, there were books in the library.

“Are you getting all this?” he asked, hovering over her shoulder.

“I’m cataloging everything you say. Do I need to read it back? If not, then I would appreciate it if you would not stand behind me. You’re making me nervous.”

“You make a wonderful secretary, Ginger, when you’re not complaining.” Vulcan moved away from the table, not caring that she did not take it as a compliment.

Her companion was not the type of man who won hearts or adoration. Dressed in a black friar’s robe that smelled of mildew that fell short of his ankles, his chipped, yellowed toenails were visible in a pair of Grecian sandals. Under the fluorescent lights, the Greek God of Blacksmithing had a maroon complexion. His long gray hair needed combing, while his beard rivaled Rip Van Winkles' and harbored crumbs from a previous snack. His upper body and biceps were massive from hammering on an anvil over the centuries that made his spindly legs bow under the pressure of his broad torso. Despite his lack of personal grooming, it was his condescending tone she objected to and regretted Sheena had left the house before she had time to apologize. It was not easy being the official note-taker for a humorless god with expected speed, accuracy, and her full attention.

“This is the ‘Hand of Gabriel,’ taken in battle during the Great Rebellion.

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