Carrots. Original public domain image from Wikimedia Commons
Joseph fell back, hands empty of the mallet and chisel used to strike the brass plaque from the sewer wall. The older man before him mirrored his seated pose, flickering between dark and nothing, until he settled to something between the two. Continue reading
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Getting used to existing as — near as he could figure — a ghost, was odd at first for the Scottish mage. A jovial man, he missed the excitement of being part of and even instigating high drama in the human condition; since his transformation, the energy needed to work his will on the physical realm was exhausting. Continue reading
Carrots. Original public domain image from Wikimedia Commons
That final set of runes he’d carved over the plaque was a long shot, at best. He’d pleased the three weird sisters — their pause their tell – but his freedom would not go unpunished. But what was he now? Continue reading
Whisky looked over the shoulder of her Speakeasy moneyman and accountant, Smokin’ Fingers; Business had not been booming lately and she had a sense that he’d been dipping into the till at the same time he’d been cooking the books for her. Like the Scottish mage, he had become a liability, even if he was a lot younger and quite a bit more handsome. Continue reading
Carrots. Original public domain image from Wikimedia Commons
Prohibition had ended in early 1933. The speakeasy had already expanded its offerings to other delights not quite legal. Whisky, with her solid head and an iron heart for business, still used the Scotsman’s interdimensional tunnel to transport and store these goods and services. Continue reading
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