The Death Of A Mundus: An Urban Fantasy Witch Novel (The Wickeden Inquisitor Mysteries Book 3) by Jo Hamilton

Author:Jo Hamilton [Hamilton, Jo]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Hazelwood Press
Published: 2020-10-17T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eighteen

E die arrived before Jed at Trotter’s Teas and Cakes in Stowage, the suburb she was born and raised in. Also the suburb that her parents perished in, the house that she grew up in, spoke her first words in and where she cast her first spell, although quite poorly. She didn’t like going there because it brought back too many bad memories, but Trotter’s was becoming a regular meeting place with Jed, mostly because Mrs. Trotter was a member of the Uprisers, an anti-government organization, and regularly scanned the tea rooms for spies. This made it a safe place for Edie and Jed to discuss cases in the open and without fear that someone in the form of a beetle or fly was listening in.

Edie took the table at the front window where a slice of late winter sun glowed in a warm yellow hue. Feeling the warmth on her skin brought back the weariness she suffered earlier. She laid her cheek upon the palm of her hand and immediately her eyes snapped shut. She could hear the bustling sounds of kitchen cutlery and the till taking money, and murmurs of patrons. The soothing background sounds seemed to flow like waves, close then far. In and out.

‘Are you looking for a blowfly?’ a witch’s voice asked abruptly.

Edie opened her eyes. A witch stood over her, but as her eyes were blurry from sleep it took a few seconds before she could see the face. ‘Shirley?’

‘The blowfly in the corner?’

‘What corner?’ Edie asked Shirley, Goldie’s mother.

Shirley reached into her coat pocket and brought out a black wad of irritated, buzzing blowflies crawling all over her hand and up her sleeve. ‘That’s the blowfly in the corner.’

‘Which one?’ There were hundreds of them. Shirley’s wad was multiplying into a swarm.

Shirley turned irate. ‘That one!’ she yelled, nodding towards the flies that had blackened her hand. She stared at Edie, as if waiting for a response, then in a rage threw the flies at Edie’s face. Immediately, they crawled into her hair and up her nose and into her mouth. Desperately she brushed them off, but they kept multiplying, climbing into her nose and mouth and making it difficult to breathe. Edie gasped to take in air and found Jed’s cheeky face looking peculiarly at her.

It quickly dawned on her that it was nothing but a dream, but her skin was still crawling from where the flies had been buzzing in her hair and around her ears. She shuddered in disgust and patted her face and hair for creepy crawlies, instead finding a pencil sticking out of a knot in her hair.

‘Rough day?’ Jed said.

‘What is this?’ Edie said, pulling the pencil from her hair.

‘It’s a pencil.’

‘I know it’s a pencil but what is it doing in my hair?’

‘I slid it in that clump in your hair while you were sleeping, just for fun.’

‘How long was I asleep for?’

Jed glanced at his watch. ‘About forty minutes.’ He leaned in and raised an eyebrow.

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