Witch Blues: A Marshal of Magic tale (The Marshal of Magic Series Book 2) by Chris Lowry

Author:Chris Lowry [Lowry, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: azw3, epub
Publisher: Grand Ozark Media
Published: 2019-02-05T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER

Ever been a guest at a party and no one really wants you there? Maybe the hostess is nice, and plasters on a fake smile, but behind her eyes you can see the longing for a dagger and someplace to hide the body?

Yeah, landing on the edge of an active hexagram in the middle of a coven of witches wasn’t like that at all.

The leader screamed and I focused on her.

Except it was Gloria.

My date.

Shooting me with a fake smile.

And a spell from the tips of her finger.

I got a shield up in time and deflected it into the air where it fizzled out like a dud bottle rocket.

"Hexenfrau!" I screamed and thrust a bolt of lightning at her face.

The lightening was a distraction.

The real spell was a curse, hence the hex, and it was aimed at a girl.

The words were nonsense and unnecessary. Another distraction.

If you ever see two master spell casters in a battle, it's scary as hell. Neither says a word, just moves fingers and hands and all sorts of bad things happen. Lightning bolts. Force fields. Stuff flying everywhere. Ground popping in silent explosions.

Wizards are Spooky.

Capital S.

She grunted and ducked.

Into the splits like a gymnast.

And grinned.

She pointed her finger at me and chanted.

My magic is elemental and even though I've got a Marshal's badge, I know I'm not the best. What's that old adage?

There's always a faster gunslinger?

There is always a better Wizard.

Always.

What I am is lucky.

One of my pieces of magic luck is precog.

It kicks in when I'm in danger. My spidey sense starts tingling.

It doesn't matter what anyone throws my way, a spell, a hammer, a curse or a car, about three seconds before it happens, something makes me move.

It makes a huge difference in a firefight.

Let's face it, most of the Marshal's duties is firefighting with warlocks, sorcerors and whatever supernatural nasties they tend to conjure.

I dodged left and kept running as the other witches closed off the channels of power they were pulling from the points and began to point at me, preparing spells.

They moved in sync to stand behind Gloria, first two, then three, then five, each spaced so there was the width of a body between them.

She stood on the ley line only an arm away from the two women in front of her, two witches and flashed what could pass as a wicked grin when her green eyes sparked on mine.

They were surrounded by three fires, one on each end of the triangle, and I had no doubt there was a salt circle or some other such substance running around the group.

It would act as ward and wall, protecting them from most forms of magical assault while they did what they were doing.

"What are they doing?" I wondered aloud.

"Ritual magic," Elvis filled in.

"I got that part," I said to the ghost.

"Thirteen of them," he either ignored me or loved the sound of his voice so much he felt like a lecture was due.

Maybe he missed his voice now that he was dead, for a ghost speaking to you does not sound like a normal human voice.

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