Wednesday, May 27, 2015

Hell Becomes Her — Another Excerpt

Break out the good Scotch my friends!  Hell Becomes Her has passed muster with my editor.  It is
This is Marrin's BOOM STICK!
now off to the proofers, and from there it will ride a winged-horse to the upper levels of Truth™ and Glorgy®!  In honor of this moment, I offer you another excerpt from the book:

“There was some dabbling in the early days,” Marrin said. “Quite a few mythic creatures aren’t mythic at all.  Although most don’t exist anymore.  They’re extinct or nearly so.”

“Like us,” Del said and shook her head.  “Typical Throne policy.  But how don’t I know about these Viking elves?”

“Viking is a job title, not a people,” Marrin scolded, but he smiled after he said it.  “How much time have you spent in the Nordic countries?”

“Some, but I’ve never been a fan of the cold,” Del replied.  “I went there for assignments, and left when I was done.”  She turned to Jane and asked, “You?”

“A bit,” Jane said.  “But my . . . education comes from Jaccob and Joshua.  We had rumors of a tribe in Northern Nevada.  They’re either incredibly good at information control, or they aren’t doing anything out there worth notice.  Jaccob favored the later, and Joshua figured why go looking for trouble.  There’s plenty in our region to sort out.  We didn’t need to borrow more.”

“Oh wow,” Marrin said suddenly.  He bounded off the ground fast enough that it made Del’s head hurt.  The big man practically bounced into his room.

“If we’re going in for Ljosalfar,” he said, his voice muffled by the walls, “I’m glad you talked me into this.”

Del looked a question at Jane.  The other woman shrugged in confusion.

Marrin re-emerged from his room carrying a leather shoulder harness with a pair of heavy looking revolvers sticking out of the holsters and three boxes of ammunition.  After the events in Utah, Del had made a point of insisting that Marrin update his firearms.  Previously, it’d been a chore to get him to carry more than his sword.  Nephilim, except for Del, generally loathed change and often didn’t update their weapons with the times.  It was a combination of their divine half that didn’t have to adapt, and their human half that didn’t want to take the chance.  Del’s cousins ended up a few decades to a few centuries behind the times, often with tragic consequences.  Humans might fear change, but for Nephilim is was downright deadly.

Han Solo wishes he had one of these.
Before Salt Lake, Marrin had conceded the argument by compromising with an archaic Broomhandle C96 Mauser, and an original issue Colt M1911.  Neither of them was less than a hundred years old.  She’d insisted he keep them well-maintained, but didn’t like that he had to carry two kinds of ammunition for outdated weapons with disadvantages compared to more modern handguns.  It had never become an issue, but Del had made a much stronger argument that in the future it could.  You didn’t want a misfire at a critical moment in a fight, and almost everything was critical when going up against rogue demons.

As far as Del knew, he hadn’t settled on a weapon.

Marrin grinned as he pulled on his shoulder harness and worked the straps into place.  The leather was old, age and use darkened, which suggested it was the one he’d used to tote his Mauser and Colt.  But the holsters were new and customized to fit his updated weapons.

“You got the Matebas,” Del noted.

The grin on Marrin’s face was contagious.  He looked like a little boy with a new puppy.

Where were you when you received the good news?

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