Witchmas Eve: a Marshal of Magic file by Chris Lowry

Author:Chris Lowry [Lowry, Chris]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-09-05T23:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

"I'm going to tell you something and it's going to blow your mind

hole."

Her eyes sparkled across from me at the picnic table. We could see tugs and barges chugging past from here, the noise abated by the distance and some strategically placed reeds along the banks that acted as sound absorbers.

The morning sun was bright, but we could see ugly grey clouds squatting to the horizon, the threat of a tropical storm churning off the coast.

Bad juju, I knew.

Something was stirring up the water.

"My mind hole is ready to be blown," I assured her.

After our last adventure together, when I saved her from mortal mafia assassins, I chalked Knu into the friend column, which was surprisingly light. I could tick off her, a Valkyrie and the dead ghost hanging out by my shoulder in that category.

The not friend’s column was a whole lot longer.

"The world of magic is a lot different than you think," she said.

I nodded.

I was a young pup in the world of magic, only almost a hundred. I bet this tiny little woman had me by a couple of centuries.

She smiled and the skin around her eyes crinkled.

"Ten times that," she said.

That kinda did blow my mind a little. I had to remember she could read minds if she wanted to. It was part of her act in the French Quarter, but all of her magic.

At least the part I knew about. If she was a couple of thousand years old, there was a lot I didn't know.

It also meant I was sitting in front of some super-duper power in an itty-bitty package.

"You don't look a day over a thousand," I said.

Her pupils widened a little and a real smile slip the creased on her cheek revealing strong teeth, even if a little yellowed. She cackled.

"I didn't see that coming," she slapped the table. "No wonder the Judge likes you."

"He doesn't show it," I said.

She glanced up at the storm clouds.

"He wouldn't."

The smile slid off her face, though traces of it made her eyes twinkle in the twilight colored air around us.

"You would be surprised at how old I truly am, and yet I am young compared to some."

"It's all relative," I told her.

"No, I'm not related to anyone," she shot back. "No one left alive at least."

I almost told her I was joking but Elvis saved me.

"She's joking," he whispered in my ear.

She saw the goosebumps tickle the skin on my arm from that side of my body and snorted.

"The ghost is giving away all my good stuff."

"He's always been a little quick on the uptake. When he can remember."

"I recall," she said. "Now as to the knowledge that will blow your mind, give me your hand."

I reached across the table, palms up, expecting her to take a look at my lifeline. There were scars on the skin of each, cutting through the lines in several places.

As I expected, she studied them, then placed her hands in mine, intertwining our fingers and clamping tight.

"People might think we're going steady," I grinned.

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