Shadowrun - Novel - 18 - Worlds Without End.pdf

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Shadowrun Caroline Spector - Worlds Without End wadded them up in a towel I'd taken from the hotel. Under normal circumstances I wouldn't have indulged in that sort of petty larceny, but these weren't normal times. Caimbeui was driving. We were heading southwest away from The Bun-en. I pulled a heavy gray sweater over my head, then slid on black jeans. Sneakers were next, after which I climbed over the front seat to the passenger side. "Better?" he asked. "Drier, at least," I replied. "But that brackish smell is going to stay with me for a while." "Not just you." "My apologies," I said. "Next time a each-uisge decides to have me for a snack I'll be sure to tell it not to get you wet at the same time." 77 Caroline Specter "I'd appreciate that," he replied. "De nada, babycakes." "You know I hate it when you call me babycakes." "Like I said, 'Life is . ..' " "I know. I know." We stopped in a small town south of The Burren for food. It was fast approaching dusk and I wanted to be out in the countryside as soon as possible. The air was tanged with sea salt and humidity. Though it wasn't that cold, the damp seemed to seep into my bones, making them ache. Leaving the car at the restaurant where we'd eaten, we walked to the edge of the town. The road out of town was little more than dirt and cobblestones. It had played hell on the suspension of the rental. I imagined Caimbeui was making a running ledger in his head of all the expenses of the trip. When this penurious streak had come on him I didn't know. "Look," he said, grabbing my arm and pointing. Off to one side of the road was a grove of trees. It was shaded purple and gray in the twilight. A fog had rolled in from the sea and made everything look fuzzy and insubstantial. Surrounding the grove were a series of tiny flickering lights that bobbed and floated three meters above the ground. Then I heard the faint, delicate tones of music. A flute and recorder, I thought. Perhaps a viola thrown in there. "Ignis fatuus," I said. "Will-o'-the-wisps." 78 Página 42
WORLDS WITHOUT END Shadowrun Caroline Spector - Worlds Without End The flower necklace I'd made while we were walking The Burren was waterlogged, but still serviceable. I'd rescued it from my coat after we'd reached the car. Now I put it around my neck. "I can't believe you're using that," Caimbeui said. "Whatever works." "Primrose necklaces to reveal faeries?" "Yes," I said. "And you'd better put yours on. I don't want to lose you." He snorted. "I know it hasn't occurred to you before. Harlequin," I said. "But you don't know everything. Some magic isn't complex—some is made up of simple things. And sometimes, that's the most potent magic. Because it's so obvious that everyone overlooks it." "But I thought this was to allow humans to see faerie," he said. "Oh, come now," I replied. "How many humans were ever able to see faerie without their permission, help or no? No, this magic is from before human memory." He pulled the necklace from his pocket. It was wilted and droopy. With a sigh, he slipped it over his neck. It hung there limp and pathetic, faded green and pink against his black leather jacket. Sucker. I hid my smile and went back to following the lights. Every time I thought we were about to catch up, they moved away. This went on undl my patience began to wear thin. Then, all at once, we were at the top of a hill. 79 Caroline Spector A group of oak trees stood to one side, their leaves mostly gone. A circle of toadstools ringed around the trees. Inside the ring, the lights flickered and bobbed about. They melted and changed shape, and eventually I saw what I had come for. Dancing around the ring were an assortment of the strange and fearful creatures of faerie. Please, no laughing. I know that in recent times the idea of faerie has come to mean something other, and much more pleasant, than what it really was. But since the Awakening, I suspect that Disney notion has flown out the door. For the most part they were dressed in rags or pieces of plants. Their thin, sinewy bodies were pulled and bent into grotesque shapes. With their Página 43
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