Friday, March 24, 2017

Flash Fiction # 243 -- Saving Everywhere. Part 27: Encounter


(Previous)
The soldiers brought their rifles up as soon as they saw me.  I heard someone shout 'it's him' and knew that couldn't be good.

"Go Edmond!" I ordered.  I saw the cat charge straight for the nearest tree and climb up.  That wasn't so his best move, but had probably been instinctive.  He'd be trapped --

No.  He would fly away when he got up high enough.  Time to worry about myself now.  If Edmond hadn't been with me, I might have convinced them that I was just a human who had gotten lost in the woods.  On the other hand, it might be just as well that I didn't lie to them.  That would not be the best way to help win them over.  They were nervous men and too ready for trouble.

An older man came out of the ranks and looked me over.  He apparently didn't like what he saw.  "Down on your knees, hands down in your lap.  Don't speak or move your hands at all, boy."

So they'd had some interaction with magic and I suspected it couldn't have been good.  I knelt and did nothing, though I was starting to feel itchy all over, like ants --

"Magic coming!" I warned.  "It's not good --"

"I said to be silent," the man reminded me, his hand on the pistol at his side.  "We've heard about you already, you know.  Where did the cat go?"

"I can talk now?" I asked, feeling annoyed.  The man glared and I decided not to be such a pain in the ass.  "I sent Edmond away.  I hope he can find us help, because there is something coming --"  I almost lifted a hand to feel it out and realized that would be a fatal mistake.  "I am not the problem, you know.  You've seen the problem, haven't you?"

"I've seen a lot of things," he admitted, but that didn't make him sound any more inclined to work with me.

Which was unfortunate, because the trouble rushed closer to us.  The others had begun to hear sounds in the woods, but they didn't realize the magnitude of the problem.  Whatever was out there was dark, twisted -- and probably coming for me, not them, though they'd be caught in the mess.

"Go!" I shouted.  I got to my feet despite the orders.  "Go before they get here!  They'll be coming after me --"

Too late.

Weres boiled out of the woods, a mass of claws, teeth, tattered clothing, and misshapen bodies.  The men must have seen such creatures before, but probably not this many at once.  They began shooting, but the sheer mass of the creatures would overwhelm them.  I lifted my arm and sent a wave of magic --

I should have expected one of the soldiers to shoot me.  The sharp pain left a trail of fire as the bullet tore through my uplifted arm, though it did not hit the bone or remain in the flesh.  I barely had time to hiss at the pain and I somehow held to the magic which knocked weres back and down. Surprise from the soldiers; I heard and felt that emotion and at least no one else shot me as I did my best to make certain the weres didn't kill the men.

The battle didn't take long.  The man in charge -- I heard him called Lt. Marsh -- gave quick orders.  Someone bandaged my arm and I nodded my thanks, staying silent again.  I thought about kneeling, too.  I was more than a little lightheaded from the wound and the sudden surge of power I'd used.

"We need to get out of here before more come," Marsh said.  He looked at me and nodded, though I did not see full acceptance in his face.  "You need to stay with us."

"Yes sir," I said.

I thought the reply took him by surprise.  We were moving soon, past the bodies and back along a wide path that had been recently cut through the trees.  I hated to see the destruction, but I understood the need.  The soldiers didn't have to go in single file here, and that gave them the opportunity to watch both sides of the  path.

I saw something moving through the air from the left and coming at us.  "Don't shoot!" I shouted, frantic.  "Edmond!"

"Don't shoot," the lieutenant ordered.   I counted him my friend then, even if he didn't feel the same.

"Darman felt that magic!" Edmond warned as his wings flapped frantically and he circled over us.  "He's on the way!"

"Damn!  Find the others, Edmond!  I won't be able to hold Darman back!"

"Hill," Edmond shouted and sounded breathless.  "Hill to the right.  Get behind it.  Think of the mountains!"

And then he flew off.

"We need to get behind the hill," I said.  "Or at least I do.  You might be safe if he keeps looking for me.  I think he will."

"Darman."

"The fae behind most of this," I said, frantic already.  I saw a trail in the right direction just ahead.  "He created the weres.  He's trying to take over the earth and use the power here to rule other places.  I need to go.  I can't stop him.  I need help for that."

"Is there help?" Lt. Marsh demanded.  He'd paused at the trail which was better than I had expected from him. 

"Some of my friends should have arrived in the last few days," I said.  I worried what had happened to them.  "Have you seen anyone helping you?"

"Everything has been chaos.  We'll go with you for now, boy.  I admit that the weres would have killed many of the men without your help, but that doesn't mean I can fully trust you."

"I understand. This way.  The hill will help block my magic.  It might be better, you know, to leave me."

"No," he said.  "That would not be wise, whether you are  friend or foe.  We'll keep you in sight for now."


To be continued....

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Monday, March 20, 2017

The End is Near




Devlin 4: Missing Persons is pretty much done.  Today I will be doing the final formats and then publishing at Smashwords and Kindle stores.

This is another of those books that simply should not have taken so long to edit as it did.  I knew something was wrong, though, so I kept bouncing off of it.  Once I fixed a couple problems, I moved very quickly through the rest of the work.

It happens.  You get to a point where you just know there is something not quite right with a story but you can't single out the problem -- or problems in this case.  I finally got everything to work together, though.

The other problem I am having is with Journey of a Thousand Truths.  It's not a huge problem, just a change in direction, more or less.  I had a certain set of scenes that I had planned for the end of the novel, but I realized that they don't work there.  They have to come sooner as the penultimate section of the story.  That shouldn't be such a problem, right?  But for some reason, my mind doesn't want to move to this part of the adventure, and I'm not sure why not.  This makes sense, story-wise.  I'm happy with it.

Maybe now that I have the Devlin novel out of the way, this one will fall back into place.  I like what is going to happen so I should get happy about writing it.

I also toned down some of the color in the cover that I posted last week for the Devlin book.  It was a bit too neon.  LOL.   

What else?  Hmmm.  So far this year I've come up with an idea for an alternate ancient world book (or series), a new Devlin novel (#10?), and now another book for the Inner World Council science fiction universe.  When I told Russ the idea, he thought it sounded great.  It will require me to do some research on other IWC books I've written (these include the Devlin novels and probably 20 or so others).  I need to trace the appearances of a certain character.  I do have a lovely Aeon Timeline made up for the IWC stuff, so that helps.  I just don't recall all the times the character has made an appearance.

Oh yes, and Amusing Grace, the sequel to Muse, is not moving quickly, but it's been fun so far.  Once I get Devlin out of the way, it should pick up.

Or maybe not.  I do intend to edit Raventower & Merriweather 2: War next.

Yes, that's one of the big parts of being a prolific writer. There is always something more to get done.  I need to do the pre-work on two ideas, the outline on one, finish two first drafts, and edit ... more stories than even I like to think about right now.

Oh, and did I mention the course on reading and writing hieroglyphs?  I'm having a lot of fun with that one!  I just need to find a way to set up my homework on it -- and I think I just realized what I need to do!  Notecards!  I have a ton of them around here somewhere.  I can sort them by letter and it will be far easier for me to find stuff.  I like it!  Of course now I won't be able to find the notecards that have been floating around here for a decade, right?  That's the way it always works for me.  I move stuff here and there and back again, but the moment I actually need it, the cats hide it somewhere.

Busy.  Very busy.  Having fun.

Oh, and it got up to 79f on Sunday!  SPRING!  A week ago, six inches of snow fell.  We could well have snow again.  We've had some incredible snow storms in April.  A couple years ago, it snowed on the first day of summer in parts of Nebraska.  I am ready for spring, though.  We're going to have a few days of cooler -- but not cold -- weather, but you can tell that warmth is on the way.  The big hope is that we don't leap straight into summer.


Friday, March 17, 2017

Flash Fiction # 242 -- Saving Everywhere. Part 26: Closer



(Previous)

We were well away from the soldiers before I began to relax.  Then I relaxed so well that I went to sleep.  It had been a long time since I felt safe enough to really rest.  Edmond curled up in my lap. I didn't think Lucy minded.  The couple times I lifted my head and glanced her way, she was humming away to music only she could hear.  My mother did that sometimes.  Maybe I'd get a chance to see her after I helped take care of Darman.

We got closer by the hour.  I could fell the edge of magic growing, even while I slept and eventually I could no longer ignore it.  I woke up to find a road sign saying we were only fifty miles for Crossing.  Home, I thought, with a little pang of hope, even though I knew that home had changed and it wasn't
safe.  I knew this area, though.  We'd gone this far on family outings.

Centered.  I knew this place better than I had anywhere else.

"Sorry I slept," I said and ran a hand through my hair.  Edmond was awake as well, and looking out the window, watching for danger.  He could feel the magic as well.  The night was dark, but he had the feeling of dawn not far away.

"You looked like you needed it," Lucy said with a glance my way.

"This was the first time I felt safe in -- I don't know how long," I admitted.  I told Lucy about our adventures, from finding the monster Tommy had become to trying to travel with the others back to fight Darman.  She kept glancing my way and shaking her head now and then.  I knew it all sounded incredible.  "And then you found us," I finished.

She remained silent for a moment.  "I thought you looked a bit worn and ragged, but I had no idea," she admitted.  "And you better get ready to go out on your own soon.  We're getting closer to Crossing, and there have been more National Guard and Army vehicles on the road."

"I wonder what they think they can do," I said.  "They have to know by now that magic will counter most of what they can throw at the enemy."

"So, you'll fight magic with magic," she said, and I nodded.  "Makes sense.  There's a rest stop just a couple miles up the road.  That's as close as I dare go or we'll draw attention whether they see you or not."
"That's close enough.  We're only about five miles from town, and the rest stop is right on the edge of the woods."  He smiled when she looked his way, surprised.  "I really did grow up around here, you know."

She pulled into the stop and gave him a worried look.  "You be careful, Mark."

"Thank you for everything," I said as they pulled into the stop.  Edmond even climbed over and rubbed against her arm, purring.  "If I do anything that helps here, it'll only be because you got us here.  Thanks."

"You take care.  Both of you."

She'd pulled up with the rest of the trucks.  I slid out of the truck and grabbed Edmond, draping him over my shoulders. The night was cool and damp, and if felt as though the mist held magic in every drop.  I headed straight into the shadows of the trees and then made my way to the back fence.  I looked back and could see Lucy's truck still there. She probably needed some rest.  If I went back, I didn't have any doubt that she'd take us on with her.

Darman would find me eventually.  What harm would he have done in the meantime?  Whom would Darman have harmed that I might have protected?

The place under the fence was still clear.  It had felt like years since the last time I'd been here, but I realized it couldn't have been more than a few months.  Bushes were blooming, so it must be spring or early summer.  We'd missed the winter.  Edmond went through first, and then I followed.  I looked back and wished for that calm and protection again.  I couldn't go back, so with a sigh, we headed into the woods.  I had a job now.  Sanctioned Protector -- the feeling came on stronger than ever before.  Others were in danger somewhere not far away and not just fae. There were humans caught up in this mess, and I felt an equal draw to protect them as I did any of the fae caught in this mess.  I wondered if I could find my father out there -- or my uncle, I supposed.  I didn't think of Darman as a relative.

I could not face this trouble alone.  Walking towards the magic gave me a clearer impression of what was out there.  I had the feeling of big and dangerous, which meant it was probably lots of creatures.  I could not distinguish one side from the other, so I had to be careful before I reacted.

"A lot of magic," Edmond mumbled at my ear.  I wore him like a collar again.  "I get the feel of a battle, but it's been a few days."

"I wonder who won?" I said.

"Neither side," he answered.  "If one side or the other had won, everything would be calmer, and the overlay would be that of the winning side."

"Can you tell one side from the other?"

"Not yet.  Maybe when we get closer," Edmond said.  "I'll know Maggie's magic.  And Lord Cayman's for that matter."

I nodded agreement.  We were already well into the woods and heading over the hill.  A little stream led the way down the far side heading towards town.  I wondered if there was any hope of finding help there, and decided not to try.

It maybe would have helped if I hadn't walked straight out of the trees and found myself in front of the army.


To Be Continued....

998 Words

Monday, March 13, 2017

The Last Edits



I am almost done with the edits for Devlin's Team # 4: Missing Persons.  This one fought me for three months and then suddenly fell into place  I give credit where it is due -- to the two new stuffed plot bunnies I sat on top of my monitor and who are keeping close watch on me, along with their larger companion, also new.  This is stuffed plot-bunny season, people.  Go out and buy yourself one.  Or two.  Or three.  And when you do that every year -- well, yes, I have run out of shelf space and they are on the monitor for a reason.  (Also don't forget chocolate plot bunnies.)

I do have a large collection of stuffed bunnies, bears, cats, and even a few penguins.  I like them. They make me smile.  Yeah, people look at me oddly as I grab stuffed animals, but I'm a writer.  I am allowed to be eccentric, right?

Ummm, right. Back to the novel.  Devlin's Team # 4 had to have a lot of rewriting and editing.  I added entire chapters.  I changed the ending.  I rewrote it again.  I am finally happy with what I have for the story.  I'm not as sure about this cover yet, but it does show the sort of neon, futuristic city where the team is heading to investigate why scientists are being lured to the world and then disappear.  Devlin comes in thinking this should be an easy case.  Ha!  It's one of the cases where she makes a major mistake.  It's a good thing she has the rest of the team this time!

I enjoy writing the Devlin stories.  She and 'the boys' are fun to write.  Because of their work, and because the series does go on for several books, they are able to cross paths with some people more than once.  That's going to start happening with the next book in the series, The Aldebaran Stopover.  Just a quiet little stop on the way home, right?

LOL

This novel, though, will be done by the end of March.  I'm determined to stop nudging at it and simply get the work finished.   I have that problem sometimes.  I get very close to being done and I slow down.  I want to have it done and published, but the little doubts come in.  I should change this scene, I should add this bit -- I should rewrite the entire novel from scratch again.  Those are all my versions of the kinds of doubts all writers get.  I have to push past them. The last edits are going well enough and I think I've made most, if not all, of the major changes.  Right now I'm down to correcting commas, changing words, and maybe adding a touch more information in some places.

After that, I'll be preparing Raventower & Merriweather 2: War for publication.  The book is written.  I need to sit down with it and do the edits, which I don't think are going to be nearly as difficult as Devlin's Team #4 have been.  The Devlin stories are much older and need a lot more care.  Raventower and Merriweather are new and better written from the start.  I also have the start of an idea for book 3 in that series.  It should be fun.

Journey of a Thousand Truths is very close to being done in the first draft.  For my birthday, I started Amusing Grace, the sequel to Muse.  I've had this outline waiting for years.  It's fun.  So I have a lot of odd little bits and pieces of things going on, including the first notes on the 10th Devlin Novel.  Oh and yeah, that other one about the Egyptians is still playing at my mind.  I just refuse to commit to it yet.

I am looking forward to spring getting here so I feel less confined.  We were supposed to get less than an inch of snow last night -- we ended up with about four inches.  Not a horrible amount, but still annoying when you keep hoping to see green again.  It is pretty today, but far too cold again.  I would like to see some colors out there and have it warm enough to take one of the cameras out and find pretty stuff. 

But right now ... time to work on the novel again!

Friday, March 10, 2017

Flash Fiction # 241 -- Saving Everywhere. Part 25: Not Here







(Previous)

As the men with the big rifles moved in closer, Edmond slinked his way back to the bed behind them.  "I am a pillow, right?  I can be a pillow."

"Edmond is a pillow," I said.  "I am not here."

Lucy never looked our way. She'd shut down the truck, and opened the door when they ordered her to and she slid out, the door open wide, and me right there where they could see me.

Only they didn't seem to notice.

"We had a report that you were traveling with a boy who fits the description of a dangerous criminal," the man in charge said.  "You were seen at the truck stop."

"I was there.  But I always travel alone. Take a look -- it's just me."

The men look inside.  They looked carefully, but they never looked directly at him or Edmond.  They didn't take long either.  The man in charge, though, was determined to find his prey.

"Where did you let him off?"

"I never had a dangerous criminal of any sort in my truck," she said and started to sound annoyed.  Then her voice changed a bit.  "I did see a boy near my truck, though.  Hadn't thought about it.  Shaved head, odd cat slinking around at his feet -- the cat is what surprised me.  They climbed into another truck."

"What truck?  What did it look like?" the man said, anxious this time.  The others stopped checking the interior, and even though one looked straight at him, he still saw nothing.

"You know, I wasn't paying much attention," Lucy said.  "I didn't read the information on the door.  It was red, though, with a white stripe of some sort.  Looked like a private-owned rig.  Odd that I don't remember any of the writing at all, as though it wasn't really there."

"Magic," someone mumbled, and others nodded.  Lucy was excellent at leading the people where she wanted without ever saying the words herself.

They were let through a few minutes later.  They pulled up onto the Interstate and reached speed before I finally let go of the magic and sank down into the seat.  I was almost ill by then and gasped several times while my head pounded.

"You did very well, Mark," Lucy said.

"Why -- why did you take such a chance?" I asked.  Edmond climbed up into my lap as well.  He seemed shaken this time.

"There's been more than once already when you could have used magic to attack others and make sure you and your companion were safe, right?  Instead, you have hidden from them rather than harm others."

"It's part of what I am," he said.  "A protector."

"That has a nice sound to it," she said with a nod.  "I'll get you as far east as I can -- but you have to tell me what's going on and convince me that I'm not just sending you into danger."

"It is dangerous," I admitted.  "But because of who I am, and what I am, I need to be there."

"You know, Lucy, I think you are the first reasonable human I've ever dealt with," Edmond said and settled down to prepare for a nap in my lap.  "I'm not saying the fae and others are much better, but we haven't had this much trouble finding allies in the fae lands.  It's been scary ever since we got here."

"I am half human, you know," I said.  "I grew up here."

"Right," Edmond said and looked up.  "Now tell me being here hasn't been scary."

"Everything has been scary," I admitted.

Then I told Lucy the tale.  Edmond filled in pieces.  Lucy told us everything that had happened in the last few weeks, too.

"It started out in a little town called Crossing," she said as she expertly maneuvered around and through traffic.  I tried not to be too obvious.  "Most of us thought it must be some chemical spill or something, but then odd stories started emerging.  Strange creatures -- so we thought it was some kind of lab.  I don't know how long before the word magic started being used.  No one believed it much, though."

"I grew up in Crossing.  We always knew there was magic not far away, through the gate into Elsewhere. I would have thought others realized it as well.  It wasn't like the gate was new."

"I guess for the rest of us, it was like hearing about leprechauns in Ireland.  People talk a lot about them, but no one really believed it was true."

"Huh.  Never thought of that," I said.  "Until my trip to Elsewhere, I'd never been far from Crossing at all.  But everyone is starting to believe now, aren't they?"

"Just all been too obvious to ignore," she admitted.

"But you always believed," Edmond said.  I had expected him to be asleep by now, but apparently, the conversation intrigued him.  He was right about one thing: Lucy was the first reasonable human they'd dealt with since they came back to this world.

"I travel a lot," she said.  "Been around the world a couple times, even.  I've seen a lot of things.  Even so, it took me a while to accept the rumors.  You don't expect to find such odd things in your own backyard when you've traveled all the world looking for it.  So tell me what I should do now."

"Get us as close to Crossing as you dare," I said.  "If we're caught, I'll pretend that I made you take us and you have to go along with it."

"Why?" she said with a glance my way.

"Because we need some sane humans out there in the world," I replied.  "This battle is not going to end the changes, you know.  No matter how this goes, there will be a lot of scared people out here.  We need you out there helping everyone through this because they'll be crazy."

"Crazier," Edmond amended.  "And that can't be good."



To Be Continued....





Monday, March 06, 2017

Smashwords Sale!



In honor of Read an Ebook Week, all of my fiction at Smashwords is either half price or free!

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Be sure to click on the 'view more' when you get down to the bottom of the list.  I have a lot of publications.  Smashwords provides formats for every major ebook reader, including Kindle, Nook, Kobo, etc., plus PDF versions so that even if you don't have a dedicated ebook reader, you can still read the books.

You can add as many books as you like to your cart and use a single code to get half off on all the fiction.  (This does not include the how to write books -- but they are only $0.99 each anyway!)  The code is:  RAE50

I have a wide variety of fiction from young adult mysteries to science fiction space opera.  This is the sort of thing that happens when you've been writing for a long time and you are prolific -- and also willing to try out different genres when an idea takes hold.


You might want to try my Silky fantasy trilogy, now on sale at a $1.50 each!  https://www.smashwords.com/books/byseries/4689

"Exciting, complex and richly textured, with a world you'll believe and a protagonist you have to cheer for -- Silky is wonderful."  Holly Lisle (Quote from original 1998 Embiid Publishing release.)

Captured as a child and sold into heartless slavery, life has robbed Silky of his magical abilities and left him with no expectations of a better life -- until his own act of bravery delivers him into the hands of a powerful Lord of the Land.

His troubles are far from over since Lord Reed is out of favor with the King and danger threatens at any mischance. Working with Lord Reed starts him along a path that will lead to power, danger and heartbreak -- and a future the young slave boy could never have imagined.


Or maybe you'd be interested in a science fiction novel?  Xenation: Draw the Line -- https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/328037

When humans found the abandoned -- and ancient -- space station, they moved in to study the place they called Xeno-Station, and then shortened to Xenation. Following them came three other races, all intent on learning secrets. Only now one of the humans has a dangerous link to the heart and controls of this alien place, and he's learning there are secrets and dangers no one imagined.


Or how about some steampunk fantasy?  Raventower and Merriweather 1: Secrets -- https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/673823

Lord Micalus Raventower is a genius at creating clockwork creatures and tinkering with steampunk engines, but that doesn’t explain why Atiran assassins are suddenly intent on killing him. Lt. Merriweather is assigned to protect Lord Raventower, a role she initially resents since it takes her away from the castle and any chance of advancement to the King's Guard.

Trouble is brewing for the city of Kamere. Atrian warships stand off the coast, and there are enemies even within the ranks of the nobility itself. Merriweather and the eccentric young lord will have quite a job keeping him alive as well as hiding his more unusual secrets. She soon learns there may be very good reasons for the Atrians to want Lord Raventower dead.  (Book 2 is due to be out in June!)


I love seeing this sale pop up because it falls over my birthday!  I always feel like this is a fun way to celebrate by having a nice price for fans and new readers and by getting a few sales as a present to me.

Please spread the word.  The sale runs from March 5-11.

I hope you enjoy the books.

Friday, March 03, 2017

Flash Fiction # 240 -- Saving Everywhere. Part 24: Trucker









Edmond finished off the scarecrow.  I wondered what the owner would think, but at least Edmond seemed less twitchy now.  The woman had heard him talk and she glanced his way, probably noting the wings.  She didn't seem upset, and I wondered if I should trust her at all.

Something said that I could.  Maybe I was fooling myself,  but I was so worn and tired that I almost wanted to confront trouble just to be done with it.

I had not expected her to take us to a nice, shiny, and bright red big rig.  I climbed in, and Edmond followed to sit in my arms.  She hauled herself in on the opposite side, looked around, and then pulled out.

"I'm Lucy," she said.  "Been driving trucks for about fifteen years now."

"Mark," I said.  "And this is Edmond.  "And it only feels like we've been on the road for fifteen years."

She laughed.  I sat back and relaxed for the first time in days.  I had a feel for her and that she was a good, kind person.  That didn't mean I understood her, though.

"Why did you come to get us?" I asked.  "How did you even know where to find us?"

"At a cafe down aways," she said with a general wave behind us.  "Heard some locals talking about you and the cat.  Heard that the police are waiting for you along the line since they figured that part out.  They were worried.  Me, though ... I've traveled more than those local boys.  I know magic isn't new and I've seen both good and bad.  The idea that it's all bad is only making it harder for the good side to win."

"Nice to find a reasonable human again," Edmond said.

She glanced his way.  "They talk about the wings, but I don't think they know he can talk."

"Came as a surprise to me the first time," I said. 

"Now keep down low, both of you, when we go through town.  This is part of my regular route, so people are used to seeing me here.  As long as things appear normal, we shouldn't have a problem."

I slid down to the floor and held my breath.    Edmond stayed on the seat, but he laid down.  If he thought I was going to let him stay there and sleep --

I didn't know what town we passed through, but it was larger than most of the others I'd seen lately.  We stopped at a couple lights.  Cars sped past us, and Lucy cursed at a couple of them.  Eventually, the sounds died away.  She kept her eyes open for a bit longer and then nodded.

"Back up with you.  No use hiding down there when you can be comfortable."

"This is the most comfortable I've been in a long time," I admitted, but I nudged Edmond out of the way and got back into the seat.  You could see a long ways from up here -- but there wasn't much to see.  Fields and fields.  It wasn't much more interesting than it had been on the ground.

Lucy asked me about how we happened to be in this mess.  I told her some of the highlights of my trip, from my first few days in Elsewhere to arriving back here again.  I didn't tell her about the others and how they had made a train to get back to the battle.  I wanted to trust her, but I wouldn't put others in danger.

And then I fell asleep.  I woke up twice but slipped back away again as soon as I realized we were will safe. The day was gone when I woke again.  Edmond was not on my lap, and I panicked, trying to find him.

"The cat is back on the bed," Lucy said.  She was slowing down, which was what had awakened me.  She waved a hand toward the back.  "You get back there, too, and keep out of sight."

I am embarrassed to say that I hadn't noticed the little sleeping quarters behind the chairs.  As she pulled into a big lot at a truck stop.  I pushed Edmond out of the way and laid down in the shadows.  Edmond growled, but he went right back to sleep.

I was awake now, though.  Lucy had filled the tank with diesel and headed into the building.  I had nothing to do but listen to the sounds outside.  They seemed normal. Even quiet.  How long had it been since I'd thought those words?

Lucy came back a little later and threw a bag at me.  "Clothes," she said.  "Go in, take a shower, and change.  You'll feel better."

"I --"

"You're going to help save the world, kid. The least some of us can do is give you some clothes."

I'd pay her back, later.  I slipped out of the truck, and Edmond went off to take care of nature.  I assumed he'd be careful and he'd watch things.  I moved as quickly as I could and felt a lot better when I came back out.  Edmond came out from under the truck, and we bounded in.

"Didn't see anything out of the ordinary," Edmond reported.  "Except that everyone is really, really nervous."

"News says the National Guard and even some troops have been called into areas in the East," Lucy reported.  We were already moving again.  I felt better for it.  I kept out of sight as best I could, but I didn't hide this time as we went through town.  Something told me I wanted to keep an eye on things.

We found a roadblock at the end of town.  Men in uniform surrounded us with guns ready, and I knew if I tried to hide, we'd be in worse shape.  Lucy looked annoyed more than worried.

"We are not here," I whispered, holding Edmond closer.  "We are not here."

I hoped the magic worked or we might all be dead.
 
To Be continued....

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