Witch of the Midnight Blade Part One by Kris Austen Radcliffe

Author:Kris Austen Radcliffe
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781939730671
Publisher: Six Talon Sign Fantasy & Futuristic Romance

Chapter Nine

Ismene’s burning-car-battery stink drifted through the hole.

Roseanna covered her nose and mouth. She looked at Mrs. K. She looked at me. She gripped the elbow of the kitchen employee, but he shook his head and nodded toward Mrs. K. “I think I should stay,” he said.

Then Roseanna Hernandez, the woman who I always thought could stand up to everything and everyone, ran toward the opposite side of the dining hall. She hit a button, and the shielding on the other end opened.

Roseanna disappeared into Building One.

The shielding hissed closed as she passed through. I was alone with magical people, and an explosive demon.

The kitchen employee walked toward us, and stopped at the edge of the tables. He crossed his arms and his attention moved smoothly from Nax, to Marko, to Ismene, then back again—the way a highly-trained cop would watch all possible threats.

He was actually bigger than Nax, but clean-shaven, and carrying a knife. He wore a bandana around his head, hiding his hair, but the impression I got between the shadows and the fabric was short and sandy brown.

He said nothing. Nax quickly sized him up as if he was a fellow silverback gorilla, then returned his attention to the Burner.

Ismene sliced at the hole, but the blade did not go into the partition as easily as it had the glass in the lobby. Grinding shrieks rolled off the partition, as if when she cut this time the two materials caught on each other.

The edges of the piece on the floor looked more like pencil graphite than anything the obsidian-midnight-blade-of-death shouldn’t be able to cut. Yet that graphite-like substance did not flake, nor did it crumble. And it had hit the floor like an anvil.

It was obviously heavier than it looked, and dense enough to stop an explosion.

“Gosh darn, will you look at that!” Ismene ran a finger around the craggy edge of the hole. “Hmmm…. On the other side, Special Metallurgy didn’t develop this material until after the end of the world.”

After the end of the world? What—when—was on the other side of the distortion bubble?

“Or these beauties!” She stuck the sword’s blade through the hole again. It shrieked again as it scraped off more bits and pieces.

Her scabs-on-fire eyes appeared again. “You are all wondering why I didn’t go have myself some well-aged Shifter snacks.”

Nax glanced in the direction Roseanna had run. Were the residents safe? We didn’t know. But I suspected that if we followed, so would Ismene, and no one would survive.

Nax turned his back to Building One as if he’d had the same exact thought.

“Why am I bothering with you?” Ismene wagged her finger through the hole. “Because you all are a bother.”

Marko opened his mouth to shout something but Nax slapped the side of his head, then put his finger to his mouth. He held up his hand, signaling us to be quiet.

Ismene moved and rainbow colors streamed through the hole. A growl followed, then both the noise and the colors vanished.

“You

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