Tian followed the agent’s scent out of Madchester and up into Manchester, across the park and to a pub. He pushed open the door – not seeing the agent that had invaded the court, just a local and a recruit holding a conversation with a dartboard whilst munching on chips.
‘I don’t serve goblins in here!’ the barman called. ‘Go drink out of a feckin’ trough!’
He ignored the barman and turned to the local agent. ‘Where’d he go?’ Continue reading “28 – Duty”
‘You’ve never been here, have you?’ the hob asked as he casually swiped a hurricane lamp from a passing howler. ‘For an angel, you’ve got very little fae-stink on you.’
Ryan said nothing.
‘Did I hear you ask for four guards? Who you worried for?’
‘It’s for peace of mind,’ he said. It was a nice neutral answer that didn’t really answer the fae’s question, but he wasn’t there to answer questions, he was there to get answers. Continue reading “26 – Bridge Room”
I want to take this opportunity to warn you by saying that this chapter contains sex. No, not the “oh crap, I walked in on Dorian shagging” kind of sex scene that was in Mirrorfall, but a real sex scene. It’s not pr0n-y, but it is adult content, so I felt it was worth putting up this little warning.
If it’s not your thing, or if you blush yourself dizzy while reading sex scenes (kind of like I did when writing it), just read the italicized parts in between, and the section at the end, because…well, it’s totally worth it, and you are going to pull an O_O face. ^_^. Continue reading “07 – An Agent’s Love”
Cold. Continue reading “03 – An Unwanted Beginning”
‘You actually showed,’ Tian said as he slid into the booth across from Enid.
She shrugged sipped her coffee. ‘I didn’t get a better offer.’ Tian put his feet up on the seat, and she kicked him under the table. ‘Bad enough you’re only wearing half a glamour, do you have to draw attention to us?’
‘If you dislike the attention, do something about it.’ Continue reading “34 – Better Laid Plans”
The recruit looked up at the cloudy night sky as, the faint starlight failing to provide enough illumination to stop her from stumbling in the mud. A thought could have had a torch in her hand, but she decided against it – she didn’t want to attact attention.
She got to the small clearing among the mangroves, her shoes sinking into the sucking mud. All logic said she should have been afraid – she was alone, with a huge beast in the trees above her. Its breathing was unmistakable, and he was there on time, quite a feat for a beast without a watch. Continue reading “18 – Best Laid Plans”