Warrior Lord by Nancy J. Cohen

Author:Nancy J. Cohen [Cohen, Nancy J.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: paranormal, fantasy, mythology, romance, faery
Publisher: The Wild Rose Press
Published: 2014-09-09T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seventeen

After passing a pirate boat ride for children, Erika and Magnor stopped at a tall tower where tiny overhead cars on cables whipped around at high speed.

Magnor nudged her with a grin. “We’d have a good vantage point over the whole park on that ride.”

“That’s not for me, but it’s a good idea. You go. I’ll wait here.”

“No, we stick together.”

She pointed forward. “Look, the Odin Express is up ahead.”

The train ride didn’t produce any useful clues. As they disembarked, she rubbed a hand over her face. Maybe this park represented a wild goose chase. At this rate, they’d never find anything. It might be wise to expand their reach and not exclude other types of attractions.

An operetta at a concert hall and a variety show with jugglers did not hold the key to their target.

“Most of the other rides are on the far side of that food palace,” she said, her tone weary.

“Let’s eat. I’m hungry.”

Erika got an open sandwich with smoked salmon while Magnor ate a schnitzel dish. Afterward, they strode past several thrill rides including one where people sat in harnessed seats while hoisted upward and then plunged upside down. Erika hurried past so Magnor wouldn’t get the notion to try it.

“Here, this has to be the place.” Magnor halted beside a popular ride. “Loki’s Lair is an appropriate title for our quest.”

“Yes, it is.” A smidgen of unease clawed at her.

The guidebook didn’t say too much except the attraction was an adventure into the mythological past. Children couldn’t go as there was a height requirement. Nonetheless, a line snaked toward an entrance designed to look like the mouth of hell.

Fake stalactites hung down at the entry. Red glitter reflected the sunlight, casting images like flames on the surrounding rock walls.

The sounds from the park muted as they entered the dark interior. Here guests were forced into narrow aisles until they shuffled along single-file. Careful not to bump into the people ahead of her, Erika grimaced as she passed dimly lit dioramas of torture and suffering. Wails reverberated from somewhere ahead like ghostly residents howling a protest at the intrusion.

“Delightful place,” Magnor murmured in her ear.

She’d taken the lead, peering around each curve in their path, wary of what might be around the next corner. Then the route widened, and they emerged onto a landing where people boarded boats presumably on tracks. Shadows played against the stony walls while torches flickered on sconces. Smelling smoke, she marveled at the authenticity of the setting.

A figure dressed like the Grim Reaper and holding a scythe shook each person’s hand before issuing directions for which row to take prior to boarding. Next to him stood a lovely assistant, a blonde wearing dominatrix black leather that drew men’s glances. She was meant to be a distraction, Erika realized.

This was it. They must be Trolleks.

Erika whirled around and lifted on her toes to kiss Magnor smack on the lips.

Before she could explain her action, their turn came.

The blond woman grasped her arm and said something to her.

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