The Tome of Bill Series: Books 5-8 (Goddamned Freaky Monsters, Half A Prayer, The Wicked Dead, The Last Coven) by Rick Gualtieri

Author:Rick Gualtieri [Gualtieri, Rick]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
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Publisher: Westmarch Publishing
Published: 2017-10-19T16:00:00+00:00

The Long Kiss Goodbye

The plan was for both groups to head out at the same time – just a little past midnight. My group would obviously arrive at our location first, magic being far more efficient a travel method than anything the automotive industry would ever dream up, but since we’d be on foot from the start, it would probably all even out in the end.

The Templar busied themselves in those last few hours by – wait for it – praying. Yeah, a real mind blower, right? Who’d a thunk it?

Christy and her coven locked themselves away for some ... err ... magical stuff, no doubt.

Dave was still off by himself, hopefully not doing something with Sheila’s blood that he’d end up regretting. The rest busied themselves with Sally’s stash of guns, making sure they were locked and loaded – or whatever the term is. I don’t know. I only really understood the point and shoot part. Seemed about all I needed to know.

As the time to depart drew near, I found myself in the kitchen brewing a pot of coffee. Say what you will about everyone else’s prep work, but I had a feeling the next several hours would be a lot more pleasant with some caffeine in me. Sue me for being a traditionalist.

I smelled her sweet scent a moment before the footsteps signaled her entrance into the kitchen. Goddamn, even out here on this farm, right at the edge of us marching off into oblivion, she still smelled better than just about anything in the world. Hell, I’d have taken a whiff of her over the scent of sizzling bacon on a Sunday morning.

“Just about ready?” Sheila asked from behind me.

“Getting there.” I turned around, two cups in hand. “One for the road?”

“How can I say no to that?” she replied with a smile. “Who knows when we’re going to get a taste of civilization again?”

“Not sure I’d call this sludge civilized. It’s instant.”

“Any port in a storm.” She took the cup from me.

“Want anything in it?”

“Black is fine.”

“Suit yourself. I like mine just like I like my ladies, sweet and ... err ... creamy, I guess.”

She giggled at my lameness. Yeah, some things never changed. Even with the world teetering on the precipice of chaos, I could still somehow manage to sound like a moron in front of her. “Bloody too?” she asked after a moment.

“Sadly, no. We’re all out of the bagged stuff.”

“That gonna be a problem?”

“Hopefully not. The boys were good enough to share a cup of cow with me. That should tide me over for a bit.”

“And if not?”

I wanted to reassure her that I wasn’t a monster, that I’d find some way to get through the coming days without resorting to unsavory means, but that seemed insincere. She deserved better. “I’ll do what I need to do, but I...”

She reached out and put a hand on my shoulder. “I can’t ask you to starve.”

“I don’t want to hurt anybody.”

“I know that, Bill. I don’t want to either.

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