The Cost of Magic #17
Feb 5th, 2009 by Jack Lhasa
This is the 17th section of my novel. If you haven’t read the first 16, you might want to start here.
Please Don’t Leave Your Ectoplasm
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Minus touched the top of the monitor where Mancini had been sitting. He pulled his hand up and it had a yellow slime on it that stretched to the monitor.
“Aww, dammit. He always messes up my fucking monitors. Jackass.” Jane could tell that Minus’ irritation was mostly sarcasm.
“So he talked you into taking one of his messed up astral travel pills, eh? I think he always gives me so many in hopes that I’ll mistake them for Vicodin when I’m drunk,” Minus laughed.
“Yeah, he told me that you were quite the alchemist,” Jane replied.
“I like to play around. I can move molecule to molecule from the base if I enter into speed thought. So just about everything in that drawer is a custom made mind trap of some sort.
“Did he tell you that he’s afraid of the Alacrity Motion?” Jane nodded at this question.
“He can barely understand the concepts, but he was probably right. You should work on other things first. He’ll be able to teach you a lot while I’m gone.”
“Where are you going? That tree you were talking about?” Jane asked.
“Yeah. Closest one is north of here. In the park area of Washington. I’ll have to walk most of the way there, but that’s not really an issue. There are waves I can ride. My truck will be here, if you need it. But please try to stay inside.”
“I’m sure Victor will keep me busy most of the time. It seems like I am pretty out of the loop. I never thought people could use magic like this. I thought the glamors and astral stuff was my gypsy heritage. I mean, my mother taught them to me…” Her head was starting to swim. She felt floaty and very sleepy.
“Why don’t you call your friend and see when she can get here. After she’s stopped by we’ll rest. I’ll need to leave early tomorrow.”
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Jack
I Listen.
The Cost of Magic
Section #17
Please Don’t Leave Your Ectoplasm
