Resting Witch Face by Constance Barker

Author:Constance Barker [Barker, Constance]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Constance Barker
Published: 2019-01-04T06:00:00+00:00

QUINN DROVE TO WEBBS Fairy—the public boat launch on the Allegheny. She had met Leshy here before, when he escorted Echo out of the Twih. Since the goat-man had charged out from the road that led there, she took it as a sign.

“This is where you spun out,” Harvest noted.

Parking for the launch was an elongated loop. Not a single car occupied the lot. She parked where it turned back and shut off the car. Harvest followed as she got out and headed for a forested hill. She sat on a fallen log, and Harvest sat beside her.

“So, what, we text him or something?”

Quinn hiked her shoulders. “He kinda just shows up when he has something to say.”

“Typical male.”

Blue light beamed through the trees.

“Where’s the constable costume?” The goat-man strode through the woods, using a long-handled battle axe like a walking stick. “I was hoping for some role play.”

Quinn felt Harvest tense beside her. When she spoke, her voice was even. “You some kinda bigfoot or something?”

“What, with a rack like this?” He leaned his axe against a tree. Then he framed his face with clawed hands. His arms went behind his horned head. Shaking his hips back and forth, he lifted a hoof.

Harvest gaped. “Are you voguing?”

“Strike a pose,” the creature’s blue eyes gleamed. “You’re single, right? I’d hate to waste a mating display.”

“A what?”

“Why did you jump in front of my car like that?” Quinn interrupted.

The creature turned its glowing orbs on Quinn. “I’m cool with the playing hard to get bit, Q, but vehicular homicide? That’s probably going too far.”

“You jumped in front of me.”

“You were speeding.” He smiled, fangs incongruous in the snouted face. “This is a dangerous road, you know. Maybe I was just telling you to slow down.”

“Like hell.”

He grabbed up the axe and leaned his arms on it. “You’re sexy as hell when you’re angry.”

“Our Mom’s in the state hospital. Did you bring her out of the Twih?”

“Straight to the point. No conversation, no flirting.” The monster sighed. “Okay, no. I didn’t escort her out. She was dragged out.”

Harvest and Quinn shot eyes at each other.

The creature went on. “I haven’t felt anything like it in years. That’s probably centuries, maybe millennia here in Slow World.”

Harvest eyed the beast. “What was it before?”

“Shaman magic, strong medicine.” He angled his head in thought. “Which is weird, because the sacred sites around here are all under water now.”

“You’re talking about Native Americans?” Harvest asked. “The Seneca?”

“Oh, no, long before that. First People, they were, back when the barrier between this slow world and the Twih was thin. Those shamans had some mojo, I gotta say. They were natural witches, like you two, but their power didn’t come from the Twih. They got it from your realm, back when there was actual magic here.”

Harvest shook her head. “Why would shamans pull our mother to this realm?”

“You got me. Your mom’s not exactly stable in this realm, not without a lot of help. She oozes Twih magic like crazy.

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