Second String Savior by Rick Gualtieri & R. E. Carr

Author:Rick Gualtieri & R. E. Carr [Gualtieri, Rick & Carr, R. E.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Freewill Press
Published: 2019-05-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Twenty-Five: The Magical Mystery Tour

“Are we there yet?” I kept eyeing the airsickness bag longingly as we hit yet another patch of turbulence. I’d managed to sleep through the first two legs of our epic flight to some gods-forsaken town called Yellowknife, but this last flight had just about done us all in. Gary had been in the bathroom for twenty minutes, and Phil was already cut off from the bar cart per order of our helpful flight attendant.

The plane lurched once more. “Tell me again why we didn’t bamf?” I asked.

“Oh, that’s still coming,” Phil said. “If you think we’re driving to our destination, then you’ve got another thing coming.”

“Then why are we on a plane?”

“So we can do a baby bamf, as you call it, once we get there. Sorry, but your ability to disrupt magic is getting stronger every day. It would be unpleasant, to say the least, to have my magic fizzle mid trip.”

“Unpleasant? Like we’d end up trapped in some hell dimension?” A shiver ran down my spine.

“That or Milwaukee.” Phil shuddered visibly. “It’s not a very mage-friendly city and I’m not a fan of beer. I got stuck there once, right before the Y2K New Years. Not an experience I’d care to relive.”

Gary eventually rejoined us, looking green to the gills. After he settled down, I looked over with envy to see him reading on the tablet he had the foresight to bring. Sadly, I was stuck waiting for us to land and find an outlet. The stupid phone they’d given me might’ve been hexed to get a signal anywhere, but Phil hadn’t done jack to make the battery last longer. There was no way he was ignoring me and getting blissful distraction during this nightmare flight.

“Whatcha reading?”

He gave me some side eye, no doubt feeling as miserable as me. “Stuff on our hosts. I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to be the unprepared idiot among an army of angry supernatural beings.”

“Good idea. Give me the Cliff’s Notes.” I gave him my best adorable eyes, the effect severely diminished by me having to fight back another round of air sickness.

“I downloaded some info from our archives. Thank goodness Spencer had the foresight to institute a paperless initiative before he disappeared.” He glanced over, probably to make sure Phil hadn’t overheard. “Anyway, the gist is that the supernatural world is primarily split into three factions—the forest folk who are a bit pissed off at the current state of the world.”

“Shall I assume industrialization wasn’t a big hit among the nature lovers?”

“Exactly. On the other side you have the T’lunta, their word for the undead.”

“I’m guessing the fact that they’re holed up in Boston means they’re hunky dory with the current state of urban sprawl.” He nodded. “Okay. Makes sense why they wouldn’t like each other, and faction three?”

“Those are the wild cards. The celestial beings that don’t give a crap about anything or anyone. Most of them passed beyond the veil

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