Sorcerers Don't Sing: An Urban Fantasy Romantic Comedy by Juliann Whicker

Author:Juliann Whicker [Whicker, Juliann]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-05-14T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter

Twelve

The memory fell away, leaving me wrapped in agonizing white light that throbbed through me, breaking every binding in an explosion of pain. My eardrums ruptured, but the memory of her red hair, of him drew me back, to the first time I went to the Bellham Sanctuary in the City of Apples, walking in the center of the group of sorcerers my father had sent with me to perform the surgery on the child with the rare progressive disease that I’d been studying for the last three months. I knew of Vincent Bellham as the favorite up-and-coming son of the Grey Society who had taken to enforcing their mandates with what could only be called glee, but of more personal interest to myself, his work in the cure and prevention of diseases, typically based on curses or a natural weakness caused by the blood of another realm interacting with ours.

This child had a disease that was as rare as what she was, part pixie, part werewolf, neither magic inferior, but both equally strong, pressing her with the dominance of both, which was tearing her apart.

“The patient is down the next hall,” Grumpy Caltrone said to my right, his goatee doing nothing to make him look less lean, mean, and cadaver-like.

I opened my file and frowned at the top line as we walked beneath long stretches of bright fluorescent light fixtures. “What is her name?”

“That’s unnecessary,” he said in his usual icy tone, reminding me of the last time I got attached to a patient, a bird, and couldn’t dissect it, letting it go free, which set my work back months.

“She’s already dying,” I said, sending him a frown. “I won’t be required to kill her either way.”

His answering frown drew his brows together ominously. He was against this entire pointless excursion, which involved helping ‘the enemy’ which would put us in Bellham’s power as long as we were in surgery, but he wouldn’t argue, not when we were already here, and not when my father had decreed this as an essential step in his mission to placate the Monster of Manhattan. My father was too clever to fight when he knew he wouldn’t win, and no one could win against Bellham, the Gray Society’s sword and shield.

I didn’t care. I only wanted to have first-hand knowledge of this particular mutation of the disease that took root when the two sides, heaven and hell, fought in the flesh of the earth. It was of particular interest to me considering my own parentage, my mother, a healer with light magic, and my father, with very, very dark, but they were both mostly human, so the conflict didn’t take on any physical manifestations in me, like partially shifted limbs, or wings covered in dog hair, whichever the case may be in this patient.

I shook my head, because I needed a name to use when I thought about the person I was working on, which had more to do with the healer in

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