It took some ingenuity and teamwork to get the spade hood to the witch stone. Their previous encounters did not engender trust between the crew and the moon child.   Theria offered the first real idea, "We'll have to make a platform with the same protective circle. I don't think we can trust spade hood not to shriek," She hovered on the spot and glared at the red-eyed menace, "The platform will also require a levitation spell. The spade hood is a big girl?"   Grace put her arm around Theria, "Feel free to get started, lass. I'll brief the men on the mission."   Theria saluted and headed into the Scald Crow. She flew back out to kiss Warren, who tried to get another, but his lips tasted the cool morning air. She waved as she zipped into the armored transport. It killed him to know Theria hurt, and all he could do is wait for her to come to him.   Grace sighed, "She'll be okay, Vandal, I promise. The spade hood did something

The Scald Crow rumbled through traffic. The armored troop carrier encouraged the smaller vehicles to move with a loud honk. Grace pulled out her ornate pocket watch and swore, "We are already late for the meeting with the police. Why can't magic fix traffic," She growled furiously.   "Come on, Grace, the Scald Crow, can easily tear through gridlock. Why aren't we plowing through these toys?" Jack complained he shuffled a weathered deck of cards.   Grace tossed the tricorn hat to the side and let her blazing red hair down. She calmly marched up to Jack, smiled, and then slammed his head against the conference table. "There are people in those cars, people who hate the Seelie. We are here to clean up the Bokken Riders mess, not leave one in our wake." Herne, Theria, and Warren all stared at her with shock and awe. As second in command, He took it upon himself to speak to her as privately as possible. Theria gave him a sweet peck on the lips before he

Gastown is one of the oldest parts of Vancouver. Back in the old days, Gassy Deighton, A steamer captain, opened the first saloon. The area became known for rowdy off-work loggers and sailors. It became a refuge for those who wanted to cut loose. None of that mattered in the here and now.   The Scald Crow rolled through the streets without opposition. If anything, people fought to get out of the troop carrier's way. Theria skillfully kept people from harm. Inside, the trio of sports cycles gently banged together.   Theria skillfully placed enchantments on the cycle using a series of runes. "The bikes should be ready in the next few minutes, Captain." Warren couldn't put away his concern for his anchor. She still refused to leave the Scald Crow and take an active part in missions. He couldn't blame her after being taken by the Spade Hood. He had no idea what the moon child did to her, but it rattled Theria to her very core.   "So

Deep in the dark places where no one cares to look, Warren felt like he belonged with the Laughing skulls. The roar of the engines and the camaraderie poke at his need to be accepted by other humans. He knew better, of course. The Laughing Skulls lived to spread their message of hate, and it made the teen sick to his stomach.   Yale town had all the trappings of the modern world, skyscrapers, and Noveau architecture. Art galleries and quaint coffee shops. It was also the home to many warehouses. Warren expected their stop to be at a warehouse. However, the pack of riders slowed their mechanical steeds just outside the Yale Hotel.   The black and red brick, with bright neon signs on the outside, seemed larger than life to Warren as he slowed the street bike and parked it on the opposite side of the street.   "Warren, it's Theria. do you copy?" Concern owned the disembodied voice of Theria. "I'm here. I can't talk for long. Zealot will be

Screams and shouts from the  Philanthropists and Socialites echoed through the night sky as the impish Bokken Riders landed on the roof of the Harrison Galleries. Tires screech, rubber burned as the magical bikers crashed the party. "Shit," Warren revved his engine and pushed his bike a little faster, "Please tell me you've called the calvary." Warren groaned. His ride went airborne and crashed into the roof of the Harrison Galleries himself.   "Yeah, they are about five minutes out. Sorry kid, it's the best they can do," Graves replied with a hint of worry in his voice.   "Keep the light on them. I'm going after Bokken Riders. There are too many innocent people here," He raced through the crowd and felt the warmth of the dream catcher in his pants pocket. "Radio Grace and tell her we have a chosen among the people here." "What does that mean?" Graves asked in a confused tone. "It's for another problem we are dealing with on the