Blood and Blades by Ken Bebelle EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
- Author: Ken Bebelle
- Language: English
- Genre: Paranormal & Urban Fantasy
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BLUE ROWAN COVEN
I pulled out Big Bertha, one of my most treasured tools, a hefty two-foot
adjustable wrench of hardened steel. The shaft was painted in red
enamel, chipped and scratched from loving use. I gave her a twirl,
enjoying the feel as Bertha swung around and slapped back into my palm.
Her weight was a comfort against the calluses of my palm and silent
reassurance that I would defeat the enemy before me. I ducked under the
counter and tightened the offending joint on the main line. I’d picked up
some new parts for the coven and thanks to my handy skills, the witches
would have running water in their market basin again.
Laila clapped her hands when I turned the faucet smoothly. “Thanks,
Roxy!”
“Any time.” And I meant it. Because right now the Blue Rowan Coven
was my best paying customer. It was amazing how much repair work these
witches needed to keep their marketplace going. Bonus work was that the
more senior members also maintained their personal workshops for
exclusive clientele. The witches charged a lot but paid well so I couldn’t
complain.
I’d had other offers for work but I’d turned them all down. I kept saying
yes to the work the Blue Rowan Coven requested because I liked being able
to eat and pay rent, and because their work didn’t make me feel like I was
doing something that would take me too far away from my Slayer vows.
Not that my Slayer vows mattered much right now.
I wiped down Big Bertha and put her away in my toolbox. I didn’t carry
Thor and Loki anymore but I did carry an ordinary hammer in the toolbox.
It wasn’t the same.
Loud cooing came from above us and we looked up. A carrier pigeon
with an orange band hopped at the edge of the open skylight. A message
from Slayers.
I frowned.
Laila pointed. “Are you going to keep ignoring it?”
I’d been avoiding my uncle’s pigeons all week. There didn’t seem any
point to opening the messages. What could they possibly say? For my entire
life, Samuel had been a distant figure on the other side of the Veil while I’d
been scraping by in Boston. But that had all changed after my dad died.
Samuel had sent us funds that helped pay for my mom’s medical
treatments. He’d encouraged me to cross the Veil and go through the
Slayers Trials. I’d told myself that I had done all that to fulfill a promise to
my dad and for the promise of a cure for my mom. But the last few months
had given me more clarity on that and I could finally admit to myself that I
had done it for myself.
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