Twilight Witch by Mac Flynn

Author:Mac Flynn [Flynn, Mac]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Mac Flynn

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

We did as Mrs. Brogan bid and soon found ourselves in the back of the store. A half a dozen smaller tables lined the back wall. These were covered in heavy white cloth. She grabbed the end of one of them and yanked the cover off to reveal only two shelves. The clothes on them were plain and familiar, but sturdy looking. There were leather jackets stacked on top of heavy jeans. Long overcoats were draped across short and long-sleeved shirts.

Mrs. Brogan turned to face us and her eyes revealed her pride. “These are some of my best work and cost some of the most coins for their magical powers.”

I lifted an eyebrow as I studied a pair of jeans. “What kind of magical powers?”

She nodded at the pants I admired. “Touch them.”

I reached out to do so but the moment my fingers came within reach the pants leapt up. A yelp escaped me and I stumbled back into the arms of the bemused Tegan. The jeans did a short jig atop their fellow pieces of clothing before they dropped back down onto the heap.

“Their spryness guarantees they will never be stolen from the clothesline,” Mrs. Brogan told me as she picked up a simple white blouse and draped it across her arm. The shirt’s color changed to match the hue on her sleeve. She lifted the shirt and the white color shimmered back into view. “A hiding shirt. Always useful for those who find a great deal of trouble.” She rolled her eyes over to Tegan. “I imagine you will desire many of these.”

Tegan smiled and nodded. “Two will do.”

Mrs. Brogan used a hand to gesture to the pile. “You can buy the other if you can find it among these other colors.”

I reluctantly dug into the pile, mindful of the dancing jeans, while Tegan asked Mrs. Brogan a question. “Do you happen to have a pair of pants that are as strong as dragon scales and as light a feather?”

She wrinkled her nose. “How can I make such a thing when no dragon will give me his scales?”

Tegan lifted one arm in front of himself and drew back his sleeve. A scale sprouted from his flesh and he grasped the flake between two fingers. He gave a pull and winced when the scale came out, leaving a small hole that was soon grown over by flesh.

Tegan held out the scale to her. “Will that suffice?”

Mrs. Brogan snatched the scale from him and turned her back on us to admire her prize. “Yes, yes, this will do very nicely. I will see that the Key who comes will integrate this into a pair of jeans.”

“There’s enough there for two pairs,” Tegan countered.

She winced and twisted her head around to catch his eye with her pleading ones. “But perhaps I might keep something for another piece?”

Tegan shook his head. “You know the rules, Mrs. Brogan. By all rights, I shouldn’t even be entrusting you with what you hold.”

The old woman’s shoulders slumped and she frowned at him.

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