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December 5th, 2016

08:58 pm: Stoke the Flames Higher! — New Maxwell book by Peter Grant!

New book by the amazing and forthright Peter Grant!

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Two planets, torn apart by the same fanatics – and Lancastrian forces are caught in the middle!

Major Brooks Shelby must keep the peace, on a world where radical terrorists want submission or death. Lieutenant-Commander Steve Maxwell must trace the source of their fighters and funding, deal with diplomats, and fend off a nosy journalist.

The marines are up against smuggled explosives and suicidal martyrs, while a suborned bureaucracy stymies the investigation. Brooks and Steve must find a way to stop their enemies at all costs, before the fanatics unleash their own version of Armageddon!

Stoke the Flames Higher on Amazon 

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December 2nd, 2016

09:44 am: Swan Knight’s Sword by John C. Wright!

The third Green Knight's Squire book is live!

This series is among my favorites of everything John has written. Ruff the dog makes the whole thing tripply fun! 

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The publisher writes:
Christmas has come early for John C. Wright fans, with the publication of the third and final book in THE GREEN KNIGHT'S SQUIRE trilogy, SWAN KNIGHT'S SWORD.

Gilberic Parzival Moth is a strange and lonely boy who has grown up without a father, raised by a single mother who moves from town to town in fear of something she will not name. His only friends are animals, with whom he has always been able to speak. And after surviving his bewildering encounter with the two kings of Elfland and their many strange and wonderful and terrible subjects, as chronicled in FEAST OF THE ELFS, Gilberic finds himself honor-bound to travel to a house of living death called the Green Chapel.

Accompanied only by his faithful dog and following the directions of a talking horse, Gilberic must go against his beloved mother's wishes and go in search of the Green Knight, the mysterious giant who is said to dwell in the chapel, and whom he had previously beheaded. SWAN KNIGHT'S SWORD is the third and final book of THE GREEN KNIGHT'S SQUIRE, the first volume of MOTH & COBWEB, an astonishing new series about magical worlds of Day, Night, and Twilight by John C. Wright. 

John C. Wright is one of the living grandmasters of science fiction and the author of THE GOLDEN AGE, AWAKE IN THE NIGHT LAND, and IRON CHAMBER OF MEMORY, to name just three of his exceptional books. He has been nominated for the Nebula Award, for the Hugo Award, and his novel SOMEWHITHER won the 2016 Dragon Award for Best Science Fiction Novel at Dragoncon.

SWAN KNIGHT'S SWORD is now available on Amazon for $4.99. It is 180 pages and DRM-free. It is old-school fantasy of the very best kind, more in the mode of Lord Dunsany, C.S. Lewis, and Lloyd Alexander than JRR Tolkien and GRR Martin.

THE GREEN KNIGHT'S SQUIRE trilogy is now complete.

The next trilogy will begin with the first book in the DARK AVENGER'S SIDEKICK, the fourth in the Moth & Cobweb series, DAUGHTER OF DANGER. THE GREEN KNIGHT'S SQUIRE will be available in omnibus paperback, hardcover, and audio editions next year.

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09:44 am: Swan Knight’s Sword by John C. Wright!

The third Green Knight's Squire book is live!

This series is among my favorites of everything John has written. Ruff the dog makes the whole thing tripply fun! 

swansword_960-500x800

The publisher writes:
Christmas has come early for John C. Wright fans, with the publication of the third and final book in THE GREEN KNIGHT'S SQUIRE trilogy, SWAN KNIGHT'S SWORD.

Gilberic Parzival Moth is a strange and lonely boy who has grown up without a father, raised by a single mother who moves from town to town in fear of something she will not name. His only friends are animals, with whom he has always been able to speak. And after surviving his bewildering encounter with the two kings of Elfland and their many strange and wonderful and terrible subjects, as chronicled in FEAST OF THE ELFS, Gilberic finds himself honor-bound to travel to a house of living death called the Green Chapel.

Accompanied only by his faithful dog and following the directions of a talking horse, Gilberic must go against his beloved mother's wishes and go in search of the Green Knight, the mysterious giant who is said to dwell in the chapel, and whom he had previously beheaded. SWAN KNIGHT'S SWORD is the third and final book of THE GREEN KNIGHT'S SQUIRE, the first volume of MOTH & COBWEB, an astonishing new series about magical worlds of Day, Night, and Twilight by John C. Wright. 

John C. Wright is one of the living grandmasters of science fiction and the author of THE GOLDEN AGE, AWAKE IN THE NIGHT LAND, and IRON CHAMBER OF MEMORY, to name just three of his exceptional books. He has been nominated for the Nebula Award, for the Hugo Award, and his novel SOMEWHITHER won the 2016 Dragon Award for Best Science Fiction Novel at Dragoncon.

SWAN KNIGHT'S SWORD is now available on Amazon for $4.99. It is 180 pages and DRM-free. It is old-school fantasy of the very best kind, more in the mode of Lord Dunsany, C.S. Lewis, and Lloyd Alexander than JRR Tolkien and GRR Martin.

THE GREEN KNIGHT'S SQUIRE trilogy is now complete.

The next trilogy will begin with the first book in the DARK AVENGER'S SIDEKICK, the fourth in the Moth & Cobweb series, DAUGHTER OF DANGER. THE GREEN KNIGHT'S SQUIRE will be available in omnibus paperback, hardcover, and audio editions next year.

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November 27th, 2016

09:40 pm: Cyber Monday Deal!

Signal Boosting for a friend:

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The Dragon Award Nominated Honor at Stake is now available, for Cyber Monday only, for $.99 on Kindle.

This Catholic Vampire novel managed to … um … stake … its claim for originality by using Catholic theology and natural law philosophy in the development of its vampire lore (with some microbiology thrown in for fun).

As the description says…

One is a heartless, blood thirsty monster. The other is a vampire.

College freshman, Amanda Colt knows few people and wants to know fewer still. She enjoys fencing and prefers facing a challenge every once in a while. She is beautiful, smart, and possibly the most interesting person on campus…and most people stop after the first adjective. 

Then she finds Marco Catalano in her fencing class. He is tall, attractive, and very intense. With a mind like a computer and manners of a medieval knight, he scares most people. Except Amanda. They both have secrets, for they are both monsters. 

As they draw closer, they must find the line between how much they can trust each other, and how much they can care for each other. Each carries a secret that can destroy the other. They must come to grips with their personal drama soon, because a darkness is rising. Bodies are turning up all over New York, and an army of vampires is closing in on all sides. 

They have only one hope … each other.

It has been well reviewed., and the sequel, Murphy's Law of Vampires is already out.

And Declan has two other books out for $.99 today, but he thought he'd go with the one that netted him the Dragon Nomination. Enjoy.

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November 19th, 2016

04:13 pm: Where Angels Die!

New book of fiction by todays greatest living essayist: Tom Simon!

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‘A demon is the spirit of a bad idea. The Taken are just its victims. If they kill you, you lose. If you kill them – you lose. The only way to win is to kill the idea itself. That’s where we come in.’

Enter Revel Enfield: paladin, exorcist, Knight of the Covenant of Justice.

Every enemy is hidden.

Every friend can be turned.

Even the Angels of Life can be killed.

This is his war.

 

When Angels Die on Amazon!

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November 14th, 2016

03:15 pm: Upcoming appearances — REDDIT and SuperversiveSF Chat

Hey folks,

I have three upcoming online events. 

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The first is a REDDIT AMA (Ask Me Anything) on Wednesday, November 16th at 1:30pm  EST. I will post the link when it goes live, but basically, it will be here: Ask Me Anything!

Second, we have a SuperverseSF Chat this Saturday, November 19th, at 3:00pm EST. You should be able to find the link here when the time comes.

And, finally, I will be participating in a Catholic YA Authors podcast on Catholic Geek Radio, on Sunday, November 20th, at 7pm EST. (This is YA of interest to young Catholic readers–thus, they have invited me to join them.)

Cheers, 

Jagi 

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October 31st, 2016

07:31 am: Halloween Blast!

Two websites are carrying specal Halloween sales for the reader who enjoys a spooky tale! 

The first is My Addiction Is Reading's Halloween Blast.

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They also have a GIVEAWAY. click here to see all the spooky goodness!

 

The second is Starshipcat's Halloween post: BOOKS FOR THE ROAD

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Also, RACHEL AND THE MANY-SPLENDORED DREAMLAND is on sale, today only, for 99 cents.

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01:06 am: ON SALE for Halloween: Rachel and the Many-Splendored Dreamland

For anyone who picked up the first or second Book of Unexpected Enlightenment during the sale and liked them, this is a great time to pick up the third book, Rachel and the Many-Splendored Dreamland.

It is on sale for 99 cents Halloween Only.

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Two brief excerpts from the third Book of Unexpected Enlightenment. Rachel Griffin has persuaded her boyfriend, Gaius Valiant, to accompany her on her quest to crash the Dead Men’s Ball—a gathering of the unquiet dead along the Hudson River. To do this, they have snuck off campus after dark on Halloween night and flown by bristleless up the coast of Roanoke Island to Bannerman’s Mansion:

“I want to see what those lights are.” Rachel gazed down the shoreline at the eerie luminescence coming their way. “Shall we proceed?”

“No time like the present.”

Rachel flew her broom over the marshes. She could smell the boggy water. They moved cautiously toward the eerie gliding glow. Once closer, they saw that the iridescent white came from the gowns of a procession of young women with long flowing hair, who glided barefoot over the marshes toward the mansion. The green glow came from wild will-o-wisps—the kind that would lure a mortal to a soggy, boggy doom—hovering above the outstretched palms of the young women. The sight of the dead maidens with their ropey locks, bearing the pale light of fey wisps, sent shivers dancing up and down Rachel’s body.

“What are they?” Gaius whispered.

“Wilis.”

“Which are?”

“The spirits of maidens who died from a broken heart. Like in Giselle.”

“Which is?”

“Don’t you watch classical ballet?”

“Not on a regular basis. No.” Gaius’s voice sounded tight, as if he was trying to contain his mirth.

“Aren’t you an upper school senior?” Rachel turned at the waist and frowned at him. “We’re learning about them in Freshman Music. How could you not have studied Wilis?”

“I know. I know. Shameful. But, frankly, if it doesn’t give me magical powers when I summon it up, I haven’t really paid a whole lot of attention. Unless it’s dangerous. Are Wilis deadly?”

“Only to handsome young men, whom they dance to death,” Rachel replied dryly.

Gaius’s mouth formed a silent “O”. “I will make a point to avoid those particular beauties. Luckily, I brought my own.”

Rachel blushed in the darkness and quickly turned the broom up the slope toward where the mansion stood at the top of the hill.

            *                                              *                                                     *

A little later, upon having reached the mansion where the Dead Men’s Ball is being held:

The hairs on the back of Rachel’s neck rose. She trusted in her inside-out garments. Yet, she was aware of the unnatural, potentially dangerous nature of their ghostly companions. Gaius gazed around alertly, his wand in his hand. Without being intrusive, he made certain he stayed close to Rachel, where he could protect her. Surreptitiously, he tugged on the chain around his neck that held his amulet containing a twig of broom, slipping it onto the outside of his robes.

Several ghoulish entities backed away from him.

The music had fallen quiet. The band began tuning their instruments, an eerie sound even in the best of times. Rachel shivered and stepped even closer to her boyfriend. He squeezed her hand.

A blood curdling shriek caused the two of them to clutch each other. Again, she considered bolting. Had she not seen enough?

But if she ran, she would never know what had caused that screech, and that might be worse than staying. It was a sound that could haunt a person’s nightmares for a lifetime. It was partially to keep at bay the encroaching darkness at the edges of her mind that Rachel did bold things, such as stride into a party full of the shades of the restless dead. She did not need to give the darkness any more fuel.

Refusing to give in to her fear, she looked around. The screeching came from a feminine figure in white, ghostly and pale. The moment the shade was done uttering her horrible wail, she returned to wandered listlessly through the chamber. Rachel breathed a sigh of relief. Beside her, she felt Gaius’s tense body relax slightly.

Half a dozen other women stood wringing their hands and weeping. Most wore simple pale shifts. One crying figure, however, wore ancient native garb of leather, feathers, and beads. Another glided along in a homespun wedding gown. Yet another had no form of her own but was merely a collection of mist and dried leaves blowing in the shape of a woman.

Beyond the circular chamber was the main room, which was currently serving as a ballroom, though nobody was dancing at the moment. Eerie blue-violet fire flickered in the hearth, casting all those haunting the old mansion in its indigo glow. Even the white bridal gown of the shade who drifted noiselessly across the chamber appeared a violet-blue.

At the far end of the ballroom, a ghostly dais had been erected upon which played a merry group of musicians. These shades seemed quite different from their moribund companions. They looked like perfectly ordinary Edwardian gentlemen, except that they glowed slightly, and Rachel could see through them. They laughed and chatted as they tuned their instruments, three violins, three cellos, a bass fiddle, and a piano. Rachel wondered idly how difficult it was to move a ghostly piano.

Near the door where Rachel stood was a group of specters who wore manacles or even long chains that they dragged with them. These chains made no noise, and yet Rachel heard them rattling in her head. Beside her, Gaius was singing under his breath: “We’re Marley and Marley. Whoooooo. We’re Marley and Marley. Whoooooo.”

When he noticed Rachel watching him, he said, “From the Muppet Yule Carol.”

“The what?” asked Rachel.

He tapped her on the nose affectionately. “Don’t you watch classic Muppets?”

“Not on a regular basis. No,” replied Rachel, with almost exactly the same mirth-suppressing tone of voice Gaius had used earlier.

To read more, including Rachel and Gaius's wild ride home after they stay too late: Rachel and the Many-Splendored Dreamland.

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October 26th, 2016

10:27 pm: The People’s Front wants YOU!

A reader who has done John and I a good turn asked for help recruiting for his World of Warcraft guild:

World of Warcraft Guild looking for new members:

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People’s Front is a casual, yet active, old school guild on the Alliance side of the Khadgar Server. They are mid-sized and have been around since vanilla. People’s Front is a collection of good friends having a great time with WoW. They are currently working on Mythic level 5 man groups and use LFR for raid content.

Who should apply? Good question!

They are mostly looking for active players who want other active players to have fun with; maybe some PvP, maybe some end game content. If you love WoW, aren’t a jerk, and want to be a part of a fun guild that actually still has players logging in, this will make a good home for you. There’s no need to stick with your guild with only 2 people ever logging in.

Come be a part of a fun group again!

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To reach People’s Front: medger.npf@gmail.com

Or: https://discord.gg/xXybd5S is the Discord link they use for voice chat.

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09:18 am: “While you’re at it, Bodyguard-Man!” — an excerpt from PROSPERO LOST

This morning, I thought I would share with you all an exceprt from the newly reprinted PROSPERO LOST, first book in the Prospero's Children (formerly Prospero's Daughter) series.  This book is great fun, and I am so glad Wordfire is giving the series new life!

In this scene, from Chapter Three, the marvelous Mephistopheles Prospero comes onstage in all his goofy glory.

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            I had just finished my soup and was beginning on my salad when the door into the men’s bedroom finally opened. A wet and bedraggled Mab came slouching into the parlor of our suite. Mab had been saddled with the unpleasant job of stripping Mephisto down and piling him into the shower, while I went out to purchase a new wardrobe for my brother. On the way back, I had stopped at a theater costume shop, where I had found a royal blue surcoat emblazoned with the fleur-de-lis left over from a performance of The Lion in Winter. It was my hope Mephisto would accept it as a replacement for the ghastly poncho. As best as I understood, he had started wearing ponchos to begin with as a replacement for his royal tabard.
            “Where is he?” I asked.
            “Admiring his new duds in the mirror,” Mab growled. “He’ll be out here soon enough, once he smells the food.”
            As Mab pulled the silver dome off his lunch, the door opened again to admit my brother.
            Mephisto looked like a different man. He was clean. His newly-cut hair formed a halo of wavy dark curls around his head. He wore a loose, black Russian shirt and black trousers with high black leather boots. Over the black clothes, he had thrown the royal blue surcoat emblazoned with the fleur-de-lis in silver. When he came forward and embraced me, he smelled pleasantly of Old Spice after-shave. I had not seen him look so neatly turned out in many, many years.
            Mephisto leapt back. He spread his arms and threw back his head, assuming the pose he had immortalized in his statue of himself.
            “Don’t you recognize me?” he cried happily.
            “Of course, I recognize you, Mephisto.” I looked him over once and then gestured toward the food cart. “Ah…why don’t you pull up a chair and eat your lunch. You look famished.”
            He really did, too. He was thin, almost emaciated. I wondered if he had eaten in days.
            Mephisto pulled up a straight-backed chair to the serving cart of food room service had provided and began devouring the fare. He inhaled whole slices of pizza and devoured sandwich halves in a single bite. His eyes, however, remained fixed fondly, though warily, on my face.
            “So?” he asked happily, his mouth full.
            “I believe something may have happened to Father,” I began. “He sent me a note that suggests he ran afoul of powers he could not control. His message asked that I warn the family if I did not hear from him. When I found the message, I sent Aerie Ones to his house on the island, but he hadn’t been back since he left to come to America in September. So, I’m warning the family. Beware the Three Shadowed Ones.”
            “They’re after our staffs!” Mephisto exclaimed.
            “How did you know?”
            “They took mine, didn’t they?”
            “I thought yours was stolen by some strumpet you took home for the night.”
            “That’s because you didn’t stick around to hear the whole story,” Mephisto shot back accusingly.
            “You were drunk.”
            “You were rude.”
            This was getting us nowhere.
            “Someone broke into the house and…did some damage.” I said, returning to the earlier topic. It was too soon after the lute fiasco to tell Mephistopheles about the shattered statues. “I believe it was one of these Three Shadowed Ones, and he was after our staffs.”
            “I told you!” Mephisto turned to Mab. “Didn’t I tell her?”
            “That’s not all, Mephisto,” I continued. “The creature that broke into the mansion…it was an incubus.”
            “What!” exclaimed Mephisto
            “A Power of Hell!”
            “Oh, them.” He reached for a biscuit.
            A shiver ran down my spine. Was Mephisto so far gone he no longer feared the servants of Hell? If so, he was not just out of it, he was dangerous to be near! Either way, it was time to do what I came to do and go.
            “Look, I’ve given you Father’s warning. Now, you know. Father said to “keep close the gifts he had given.” In your case, the warning came too late. All the same. I thought you should know.”
            “Who else have you warned?”
            “No one yet. You’re the first.”
            Mephisto wiped his mouth with one of the napkins provided. “What a good move! Now you’ll have me to help you find the others.”
            “Great comfort that is,” muttered Mab, from where he sat hunched over his lunch. Apparently, he was still disgruntled from the drenching he had taken bathing my brother. Mephisto regarded Mab, and then turned back to me, cocking his head.
            “Where’d you chase up this one? He looks like something out of the movies. Is he your bodyguard?” 
            I laughed, and Mab snorted.
            “A body would have to be crazy to guard the likes of her. Always rushing in where angels fear to tread.”
            I stood to perform the proper introductions. “Mephisto, this is Mab Boreal, one of the Incarnated Northerlies. He heads our company detectives. Mab, this is my brother Mephisto.”
            “Detective?” Mephisto’s eyes shone brightly. “As in ‘finds lost things?’”
            I nodded.
            “And he’s traveling with you?…And you’re going where now? To warn the others? The others who have staffs these Three Shadowy Ones might be hunting down as we speak?”
            “Yes, that’s right.”
            Mephisto glanced back and forth between Mab and myself. Then, he gave us his brightest smile. “When do we leave?”
            “No. Absolutely not.” Mab rose to his feet and stalked over to stand in front of me. “There is no way, Ma’am, that I am going to help this kook find his magical glorified kindling.”
            “’Kook?’ Who you calling a kook? Mr. Sam Spade wannabe?” Mephisto turned to me. “Tell him how great it will be Miranda. Just like old times! We’ll travel together, and I’ll help you. And, if we just happen upon my staff? Well, that’s fine, too.”
            His mention of old times evoked memories of countless treks, some pleasant, some disastrous. I recalled one time Father, Mephisto, and I had gone to Switzerland to meet with a Yeti and discuss avalanches. Taking Mephisto, the Beast Tamer, instead of one of the enforcers – Theo, Titus, or Gregor – had turned out to be a mistake. Mephisto did gain a new shaggy friend he could summon up with a tap of his staff; however, nothing was ever done to improve the avalanche situation.
            “No, Mephisto,” I said firmly as I pictured Mephisto’s well-meaning antics resulting in my being buried under ten feet of snow, again.
            “At last, she shows some sense,” muttered Mab.
            “But, you’ll need help. What if the Three Shadowed Ones attack?” Mephisto said.
            Mab snorted. “What help would you be?”
            “I could hit them with my lute,” Mephisto offered helpfully, evidently forgetting the instrument he had broken. Or perhaps, he was envisioning a fate for the one I had promised to buy him.
            “No. I’ll leave you a little money. You won’t be destitute.” I made a mental note to dispatch an Aerie One to keep an eye on him.
            “But I could help. I know I could,” he continued plaintively. “I knew how to use a sword…once.”
            “No.”
            “Please! Don’t leave me behind, Miranda. I’m afraid to be on my own without my staff. Please?” 
            I hated to hear him beg. He sounded so pathetic. Yet, I was certain if I brought him along, it would lead to another calamity such as our encounter with Yeti, or the time Theo and I were nearly drowned by his mermaid friends. We were facing the Powers of Hell, and even a slight mistake could lead to a fate far worse than frostbite.
            “Come on, Mab,” I said, “We need to keep going. Lives could be at stake.”
            *                                                *                                                   *
            Mab and I gathered our hats and coats. Mephisto retreated into the corner, where he sat with his arms crossed, sulking. I offered him some money, but he just threw it on the floor. I shrugged and returned to Mab.
            “Do you have any more leads?” I asked, “Or must we return to Oregon?” 
            A crafty look came into Mephisto’s eyes. He leapt up and stepped in front of us to stand in the doorway.
            “And, of course, you know where you’re going. So, you don’t need me to lead you around. But, perhaps, I’ll see you at Theo’s? Or maybe at Cornelius’s? Got to be going, now. Bye.”
            He waved good-bye and started out the door. Mab and I exchanged glances.
            “Mephisto! Wait!”
            “Yes?” Part way down the hall, Mephisto froze as if in mid-­step. He turned and leaned back toward us, cupping a hand about his ear. “You called?”
            “You know where Theo is?” 
            “And Cornelius! And Logistilla!”
            “I don’t suppose you’ll tell us?” I asked sadly.
            “What do you take me for? A fool?” he asked, throwing up his hands. “But of course, I would be willing to lead you there, if…”
            “If…what?”
            “If you make your detective help me find my staff,” he said.
            I looked at Mab. He was scowling.
            “Could be a matter of life or death for some of my brothers, Mab. What if we hadn’t heard of the Three Shadowed Ones when the darkness started forming in the Great Hall?”
            Mab stared at me hard for quite some time. Finally, he nodded glumly.
             “Okay, Mephisto,” I said, “You have yourself a deal.”
            “Yippee,” yelled Mephisto, punching the air as he leapt.
            The phone rang in the room behind us.
            “Could you get that Mab? It could be from our Chicago branch,” I said.
            “While you’re at it,” called Mephisto. “Could you pick up the money Miranda left on the floor? I have a feeling I might want it after all.”
            “Pick up your own damned money,” grumbled Mab, answering the phone. He spoke into it for a moment. Then, he picked up the money and came out, shutting the door behind him.
            “It was for you, Ma’am. Front desk says there’s someone waiting downstairs to see you.” He handed me the money. I handed it to Mephisto, who wadded it up and stuck it into his pocket. Mab continued, “She hung up before I could ask any questions. I don’t like it.”
            “Who could possibly know I was here, except someone from our Chicago office?” I asked. “Come on, let’s go downstairs.”
            “What was it I said about ‘angels fear to tread?’” growled Mab. “Never listens to me. Okay, Ma’am, risk your neck. But I’m sticking with you. Just in case.”
            “Me too!” exclaimed Mephisto.
            “Great, just great,” I murmured. “You two have to promise me that if it’s a mundane business associate, you’ll both vamoose.”
            “Let’s take the elevator to the second floor, then walk down the fire stairs to the lobby,” Mab said. “Just to be safe. That way we can approach from an unexpected angle and catch any assailants unaware.”
            I sighed but obliged him. We took the elevator to the second floor and then found the nearest door marked “exit.” The fire stairs opened into a plush lobby covered by a maroon carpet. In the center stood a fountain surrounded by tall fronds.
            Ahead, a man leaned casually against the counter. The clerk behind the counter, a pretty little brunette, blushed under his attentions. Then I saw his face.
            Without hesitating, I turned and fled.

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