Walk Like a Magician by J S Morin

Author:J S Morin [Morin, J S]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781643550275
Publisher: Magical Scrivener Press
Published: 2019-02-25T23:00:00+00:00

Esper saw the fear contained in Kubu’s loving brown orbs. She’d resigned herself to the chaos and carnage he might leave in his wake, knowing that for the sake of just her own life, she might have surrendered. But she couldn’t condemn the megalodog to the grim mercy of the Cult of Ra.

Especially not their arms-dealing faction in case they could possibly be worse than the theme-park-owning practitioners of ritual sacrifices.

She’d told him the truth. It wasn’t her stopping Kubu from returning to his normal, colossal size.

The Shackles of Nethanti had never hindered Kubu before despite Tiffany’s insistence that they bugged her whenever Esper set them shrieking at her attempts to use magic. Much as she cursed the magical bindings, she knew there had to be a simpler explanation.

Mustering her courage, she raised her voice. “Show yourself, wizard! I know you’re up there!” Looking all around, she scanned the catwalks.

A slow clap sounded from overhead and behind her.

Esper and her companions whirled at the sound.

“Excellent,” a slender man in an expensive business suit called down. In place of a necktie, he wore a golden ankh pendant. “I thought I felt a feeble attempt at magic from down there. So, you’re the one who thinks she’s a wizard? Pathetic. Who are you, and who sent you here?”

He’d detected Kubu’s transformation. Nothing Esper had done could have possibly registered. All she was good for was suppressing magic and occasionally sensing its presence when such magical tremors could make themselves known about the pervasive background negation of the shackles.

She could squelch this cult wizard’s magic, but to what end? The blasters aimed their way were far more a threat than magic that might foul the cult’s precious machinery.

Esper had to keep him talking until they came up with a plan.

What would Carl do?

“You felt my apprentice. I’m here on behalf of the Convocation to investigate reports that one of our members was dabbling in the dark sciences. Who are you?”

The slender wizard chuckled. “I am Pyotr Petrov. My gift to you, in your final moments, is knowing the name of the one who ordered your deaths.”

One of the guards, decked out in combat armor and leveling a blaster rifle, called out, “I’ve got the shot.”

“Un-ray into the actory-fay,” Kubu whispered.

“Ark-bay,” Esper replied without moving her lips.

Pyotr lifted a hand. “Goodbye.”

Kubu let loose a shouted bark the likes of which Esper had never heard from a creature his size. His voice rose above the already deafening crash of machinery all around. Even expecting it, Esper flinched.

A blaster bolt ripped past, taking a fist-sized chunk out of a support beam for a huge, metal-twisting machine.

Picking a spot that looked less than instantly lethal, Esper dove across a conveyor belt, knocking aside a pair of blaster rifle barrels. A second later, Wesley fell atop her, barely catching himself before his bulk squashed her to paste against the floor.

“Sorry,” he said. “Good reflexes. And quick thinking on Kubu’s part.”

Kubu was already past them, wedged into a space that looked liable to jolt him with lightning if he wasn’t careful.

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