Treasures, Demons, And Other Black Magic - Plot & Excerpts
It was completely open to the night air, and the fog was thicker around my knees than my head. Which was good, because I was going to need my eyes. Sienna was waiting for me. She and Sayers were standing in a roped pentagram rigged at the top of the parking lot’s central open well. It hurt to look at Sienna with her bulging black veins and inky eyes. She wore a fabric bag slung across a tattered cloak. She was going for bag-lady chic now. I was also unhappy to note that she was wearing what looked like three of my trinkets. I hoped she’d had a stash, because I really didn’t like thinking that she’d gone back to Vancouver for them. Sayers was still in the suit, which made it more obvious he’d come directly here from the hotel. I guess the sorcerer had wanted a look at me before he tried to kill me. I couldn’t figure out if that was polite or insanely rude. Sayers, as best as I could see, was putting the final touches on the pentagram spell, because unlike the three below us, it wasn’t sealed.
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