Lady Of Misrule (Marla Mason Book 8) - Plot & Excerpts
Marzi wore a broad-brimmed sunhat, a tank top, jeans, and hiking boots, and she’d slathered herself with sunscreen, because who knew what kind of carcinogenic rays an imaginary sun in an impossible desert pumped out? She also had her toy cap pistol tucked into her belt, feeling a bit silly about it, but The Stranger just nodded approvingly. “It’s good to go armed.” “Sure, but you’ve got a magical dagger. I’ve got a plastic revolver.” “So maybe stand behind me, then,” the Stranger said. She wore her long buffalo leather coat and a beat-up, soft brown cowboy hat Bradley had fetched from a thrift store. Her cowboy boots were elaborately patterned with skulls and crossbones and wings and scythes. The Stranger nodded her head toward Marzi’s weapon. “Anyway, I hear that gun of yours is real enough when it needs to be. That’s how magic is, sometimes. The metaphorical becomes literal. Just recently I heard about a woman who got shoved into an imaginary volcano that turned into a real one for a while.”
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