Jévon's POV Where the fuck was everyone?I clicked my teeth and Hirodeus flew lower over a city we'd been guarding since its infancy.It was rare that I got to enjoy my city at night, my work as a guardian usually kept me busy and grounded, but every now and again I could see what others saw when they first visited. The skyscrapers made out of pure gold, the many rooftop gardens that littered the canopies, and the emerald cobblestoned streets. Cibola City, The City of Imagination, glittered like a gem in the harsh desert it resided in, streets like veins, all flowing back to the golden heart of city hall.And for once, she was quiet."I think we can call it a night, after this last stop."I couldn't use telepathy between the other races and myself, but dullahans had always had a connection with their steads. Hirodeus neighed, great skull-like head opening as he screeched into a wet-looking cloud. Correction—a wet cloud. I was drenched, which wasn't the best of
POV Ethridge ***April 1909*** "I'm sorry to do this to you, Mr. Sinclair, but we don't really need horsemen like we used to. People have cars now. Have you considered getting the new Model T's? I heard you can get them in any color now, besides the black, sir!""That's…" I wanted to hit the gnome so hard his little golden teeth would rattle, but Clarence hadn't done me wrong out of any real source of animosity.The way of the cowboy was losing its rugged edge as the rush dried up, and any farms were already filled to bursting with the lot of us. The circus had been a last-ditch effort to find stable work for the season before the cold settled in, and I got in trouble.Looking at the poster for their bearded lady, inspiration struck.I just hoped it would be gold. "What if I told you I had another act?""Then I would say, tell me in the next sixty seconds because we got a line from here to Milwaukie, and we need a show for our seven-thirty today.""A real live wo
Veronica's POV I looked at The First National Bank of Atlantis and wanted to pass out.There was no way we were walking away with whatever the hell it was that the AAs wanted the fault.There was only a small group of us—Q, Marcus, and I—that would be leading the charge on the heist. I assumed. From what I was of big movies like the Oceans series and the Italian Job, this seemed like the type of operation that needed a small battalion of highly specialized jewel thieves, techs, and mercenaries to do.Not a college dropout, a man on the verge of an anxiety attack, and a half-burnt chicken nugget."Is anyone else freaking out?" The blueprints from Marcus' bag had been the specs for the vault we needed to get into. It was so old, that the bank had been built around it. Likely, the bank had been built specifically for what was inside the vault. Which wasn't menacing at all. "No, but seriously, I can't stop thinking about all the ways in which we can—""Will you shut the fu
All right, so I was going to die. In the grand scheme of things that life threw at me, death was always an inevitable option. It was something you made peace about the older you got. The grace of getting older, some might say.Dying really fucking sucked.It didn't feel like drifting off into a restful sleep or like blink and then you in heaven, or really in any of the scenarios I might have imagined death to feel like.And I imagined it a lot as a depressed young woman who'd suddenly become orphaned at the ripe old age of nineteen and a day. Happy belated birthday to me!I imagined death to be graceful or solemn.Not me—this time for real—actually pissing myself. The first time had been a fluke. This time I felt it. I know, I know—very uncool and not heroic of me. Listen, I am a stripper and sometimes a nice fake nurse/glorified janitor. I am not the type of person that will run into burning buildings to save someone's ailing grandmother from the flames. In fact, I had
"Veronica…"I was deflecting, I knew that. I didn't want to deal with anything that I was going through right now. Ethridge and his threats, the potential end of the world, how close I'd come to death, or—Or, the bits of colored scrap that would come swirling up through my subconscious in the form of fucked up dreams about what may or may not have happened that fateful day when my parents died.It was all just too much, and could anyone really fault me for wanting to swap all this angst for a moment of feeling good. For feeling held? For security, and maybe even a facsimile of love?I just wanted my life to go back to the way it used to be before things got all messy. Before life got all complicated. Before I had to worry about figuring out all the hard parts.When I'd wake up in a warm bed smelling like that detergent they discontinued last year, the one that smelled like chrysanthemums on a spring morning. Ignoring the buzz of my alarm for a few more lazy moments
"We don't know what happened. They're doing everything in their power to locate your—""Okay.""Okay?" Noelle glanced up at the officers scattered around Nana Bet's room. It looked like a bear had been sent loose on her little shoebox studio: furniture toppled over, pictures cockeyed, lamps broken, lock undone. Or, rather, a wolf. "Can we, get a moment?""Yeah sure, if you can step over here—""Thanks, come on, Ronnie." Her hand slid over mine, coffee warm and seasonally dry. Grounding. "Let's go get you something to eat at the cafeteria. Have you eaten today?""No."We spilled out into the hall and a world of autumnal delights. Jack-o-lanterns and scarecrows filled every nook and cranny bats and black cats hadn't occupied. A couple of our residents' grandkids were over for some early Halloween shenanigans, dressed up as whatever popular fancy had taken kids these days with a couple of classics. A ninja followed by a yeti dressed as an ice princess shoved past us to g
"Fuck me!"I was trying not to look down at the city far below me. The cars looked like ants marching along a green pathway through a dark jungle. I screamed, I knew I did, but the rush of the wind over my ears blocked it from reaching me. Brick bit into my raw palms, and the slate roof was surprisingly slippery to walk on when barefoot and like a million stories up. But, I'm pretty sure if I wasn't so batshit terrified, my red dress flowing in the wind would have made me look like one of those high-class models in quality production luxury perfume ad.No. 5 the Film style, ladies and gents!The office of the former Mayor of Cibola City erupted in literal hellfire, taking half the domed glass ceiling and all the stability of what I was standing on with it. A fiend made of an unholy amalgamation of one Duke of Hell and one partially possessed of one Ethridge Coolidge Alston Jr.—sorry, Ethridge Coolidge Alston Sr., as it turned out he was a Faustian contract-having bastard (I ca
Brightvale University was one of the most prestigious places a witch could get their education. Witches from all over the world compete to get placed here after graduating from their local academies where they continue their higher education and become some of the best magical users the world has to offer. But right now, it's the bane of my existence. Since passing my numerous entrance exams and scraping together enough funds in order to pay for my classes, I was finally, finally going to become the witch I always wanted to be. One who worked alongside high ranking officials within the embassy or were a part of the Queen's Court.Something better than being stuck in my small hometown and being forced to become a kitchen witch. Though lately, that's looking like more and more of a reality."Aw, cheer up, Narine." I feel an arm wrap around my shoulders. "You'll get 'em next time."Wincing, I look over to where our proctor is, hunched over the long table in the front