Seal of Solomon (Journeyman Book 2) by Golden Czermak

Author:Golden Czermak [Czermak, Golden]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Paranormal
Publisher: Golden Czermak
Published: 2016-08-28T22:00:00+00:00

LIGHT FROM THE sun spilled into the Council room as it sank beneath the concrete skyline, bathing the space with orange hues. It was warm and slightly stuffy as the doors swung open, reaching just shy of the doorstops before rebounding back for a slow close. Marcus had walked through into the chamber, catching Fenran’s glower. He was followed in by Joey, whose eyes had grown to the size of dinner plates, taking in everything since stepping into the entrance hall downstairs. Behind them both, Om shuffled his way to the center on his many legs before stopping to fold his arms. The elf received such a repugnant look that it managed to break through his scowl.

As Fenran bitterly spooled himself up to respond, a loud boom bounced the doors open again and Gage strode in with his typical swagger. With all staring, he moved over to his fellows, positioned just ahead of the Council table, getting whiffs of exotic clove and cinnamon as he settled in behind them.

Gage noticed curling wisps of smoke coming from the far left end of the table. There sat a man with the face of a tiger taking a long draw from a hookah; a stubby pillar of plain gold with a long, matte black hose. As he scanned over the rest of those present, Gage counted five total seated at the table, Drogir and Tyrol’s spaces to the right empty. They were off at another meeting in eastern Europe, unable to get back in time to attend at such short notice. However, their prior yes votes concerning the Assembly were noted for the record.

Jane stood at her position in center, strength in her posture. “Welcome back Om Citta,” she said openheartedly. “It has been far too long since we saw you leave headquarters and even longer since you chose to step down from the Council.”

“Thank you Councilor. For all my disagreements with the direction the Council was heading,” he said glumly, looking over to Fenran, “I would undoubtedly have liked to return under better circumstances, but as you know there is a rising threat that must be addressed.”

Fenran rolled his eyes. “Is this meeting about the demon rabble, again?” he said with acid in his breath. Leaning forward, he looked directly to Marcus, who in turn made no attempt to shrink away. “I am getting tired of seeing you here, Sheridan, like a rash that will just. Not. Go. Away. How many times must I state my answer is NO?”

Gage had noted Fenran’s less than professional interactions with Marcus since they stepped into the room, unable to hold off from interrupting their dialogue with his own – as politely as he possibly could, of course.

“What a crock of shit,” he said, making no bones about it. “With all due respect: how blind can ya be?”

“I beg your pardon?” Fenran scoffed, much to the delight of Quileth, who chose not to hide a particularly large smile as he puffed away merrily. “How dare you address me in such a manner…”

“Come now,” Jane said calmly with a wave of her hands.

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