I’m writing a new story – it doesn’t have a name yet, but it’s a post-apocalyptic urban fantasy (catchy, eh?)
Have a snippet…
“Nisha has lost her faculties,” Marek says from his doorway as soon as I step off the last stair on to his landing. He was either waiting for me, or Elise has got really good at warning wards.
“Well, balls,” I say, grimacing. “Are we dealing with it?”
“Who’s Nisha?” Luk says, stepping up behind me. He’s tall enough to look over my head, so he doesn’t need to budge me out of the way.
“The landlady of this building,” Marek says, eyeing Luk. “Merlin. I am pleased to see you well.”
“And not batshit insane,” Luk responds cheerfully. “Nice to see you too, Marek. Ghost, you still in the same flat?”
“Don’t wake the baby,” I tell him, and turn back to Marek as Luk takes the key out of my fingers and heads up the stairs. “So?”
“We locked her in the flat and Ollie gave her a potion. She was raving about the vampire-kin trying to kill everyone.”
The words still have the punch in the gut, although it’s lessened by the years. They did try. “You sure it’s not dementia or something? She’s not having a bad turn?”
“Elise did a blood test.”
I sigh. “So what’s the decision?”
“We were waiting until you came back to decide what should be done.”
But I know that hesitation, that faint undertone. Let’s wait for Ghost the assassin, Ghost the killer, Ghost the trouble-solver to return. And if I won’t do it, then the Merlin’s bloodthirsty enough…
“Sure, let’s go see Elise and have a meeting.”
Marek nods, and turns to lock his door.
Luk thuds back down the stairs, scowling. I sigh. “You woke the baby.”
“I woke the baby,” he agrees. “Nat’s currently thinking up ways to hurt me. Can we get out of here before she puts them into practise?”