Street Spells: Seven Urban Fantasy Shorts by unknow

Author:unknow
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: warlock, alchemist, witch, anthology, paranormal, zombie, kobold, art thief, jail break, necromancer, goblin, elf, demon, werewolf, urban fantasy
Publisher: Wetknee Books
Published: 2018-07-11T05:00:00+00:00

WE TOOK THE STAIRS down. They lowered from the bottom of the watch room until they reached the spiral. I’d always do that, but the stairs needed to be up normally. Safety regulations mandated thus.

I put the techno-elf back in his cell just before the binding slipped away. I leaned against the silo wall and sucked in lung-fulls of sweet, musty silo air while the techno-elf began wheedling me about getting out.

“It’s the chance of a lifetime, babe. You won’t regret it.”

I ignored him but did he stop? What do you think?

“The open road awaits. You don’t want to spend the rest of your life down in this hole, do ya babe?”

“Shut up.” I was in no mood to banter with this guy.

Nothing like a dude whining at you to get what he wants.

I shook my head. How in Hades had he gotten out in the first place?

“You can get out of this dump. No more stinking guard duty. You can show up your mother.”

I was off that rail and up against the door in a flash.

“For the wide world’s sake, shut up.” I gave him the full-bore Liz stare.

He laughed.

In the face of my anger he should be cowering in a corner, or at least flinching.

“Go ahead, bind me again. It won’t matter soon.”

“What are you babbling about?” I demanded. I smelled a rat. A magical rat. I don’t know how, but there had to be more magic at work here.

He just smirked.

The crustie attached to his cell door began glowing red. I scrambled away from the door. The other cell lights went red, it was like Lucifer’s own Christmas tree in the Silo. A loud snick sounded, and the techno-elf’s cell door swung wide open. Before I could slam it shut the techno-elf was out and grinning at me. “You can’t keep me locked away,” he said.

How had this happened? My thoughts were frantic. It would take huge amount of mana, and a complicated binding spells, or spells, to command all the crusties to open their individual cell doors at once.

Damn it. I pulled out the razor from my coat pocket and began chanting a new binding spell, this time in Latin. I felt like hell but had to get the techno-elf under control.

“I wouldn’t bother,” the techno-elf said.

A chorus of loud snicks erupted and echoed in the silo, followed by every version of evil laughter imaginable.

I couldn’t help myself “Margery!” I screamed. Where was the old witch?

“You should thank me,” Margery shouted from above, at the top of the stairs.

She leaned over the open hatch, her face a pale grinning oval framed by wild gray hair. Her left hand worked those steel balls of hers.

“Missing something, rookie?” She said, her expression all forced innocence. Her right held up my binding rod. She snickered.

Manifestations emerged from their cells and began trudging up the spiral.

“Why are you doing this?” I hollered up at Margery.

“Rookie, why do you think?” Her grin became a sneer. “I’m tired of being a prisoner.”

“They made you a guard,” I retorted.

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