The Quinn Henaghan Chronicles Box Set by Paul Neuhaus

Author:Paul Neuhaus [Neuhaus, Paul]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: 100% Liars
Published: 2018-10-03T23:00:00+00:00

When Quinn appeared in Darren Taft’s apartment, she hoped he’d had time to put out whatever feelers he was going to put out. She’d timed her appearance for hours later rather than minutes. In his own timeline, he was coming close to his demise. If this was even the right Darren Taft. She found the man in his bed, asleep. Feeling guilty, she nudged his leg. He didn’t awaken. Instead, he rolled over and said, “Salisbury!” with surprising volume (and ardor). Henaghan grimaced and gave Taft a thorough shake.

Darren sat up, startled. “What is it?!”

“Relax. It’s just me. I’ll be in the living room.” Quinn exited the bedroom and sat down on Taft’s ratty couch. Again, she decided to keep mum on the subject of Josie.

Finally, the older man came in, scratching his belly. “I was having a humdinger of a dream,” he said.

“I know,” the girl said cringing. “I don’t wanna hear about it.”

Taft grinned. “Suit yourself,” he said. “But you were in it.”

“Do you want me to projectile vomit all over this place, because I’ll do it.”

Darren sat down with mock sullenness. “No, I don’t want you to projectile vomit all over this place.”

“Did you—?”

“Did I look into your story? About the statues? Yes, and it checks out. I did a long distance mind meld with a real big shot back east. Man knows his shit. Anyway, he gave a full-on rubber stamp to your story.”

“Hmm,” Quinn said. “Why isn’t this problem more widely-known?”

Taft shrugged. “How often you think your workaday Channeler runs into either of those damn statues? It’s a non-issue because it’s such an unlikely occurrence.”

“Yeah, but the mesh is deteriorating. Any day we could be ass-deep in Asura.”

“Huh. Reminds me of my dream. See you were—”

“Enough!” Quinn shouted, clamping her hands over here ears.

Taft grinned at her. “Alright, alright,” he said, running his hand through his thatch of yellow hair. “I mentioned the Asura thing to Merlin and he was surprisingly nihilistic.”

“‘Merlin’? His name is ‘Merlin’?”

“No, I was being cool. Actually, his name is ‘Clarence’. Anyway, Clarence said, ‘I’d have to know where the statues are to do anything about it, and I don’t know where the statues are.’ You’d think there’d be more urgency in the magical community, but I guess we’re all just a bunch of isolationist, no-fuck-giving assholes.”

Henaghan scowled. “I’m starting to get that impression. What if—and this is where my head’s at right now—I took the statue of Horus and threw it into the Cauldron?” The Cauldron was the home of the Asura in the Astral Plane.

“Interesting,” Taft said, weighing the plan’s merits. “That’d solve your problems in the short term. The Asura would have the statue but they’d have no way of getting Set. Unless they could trick someone into bringing it to them. Let’s put that possibility aside for a moment and go bigger…”

“Okay,” the girl said.

“Tossing Horus into the dumpster gets you off the hook, but it doesn’t repair the mesh. And the mesh is definitely coming down. Clarence said—and I quote—‘No one knows when it’s gonna rupture for good.

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