New Spark (Dark Magic Enforcer Book 3) Read Online Free Page B
Author: Al K. Line
careful about what you do, and where—let your magic guard down and there is always somebody ready to snap a picture or make a recording of you with their damn smart phone.
On TV the other day, I saw a thing that said most teenagers check their phone at least one hundred and fifty times a day! Can you believe it? Nuts.
I crouched down low, ready to put the kids in their place. They copied me, thinking it gave me an advantage or something, when the truth was my belly was just cramping a little as Madge's cooking worked its way down. I wasn't used to it any longer, and its presence came as quite a shock to my system after months of wholesome cooking and fresh vegetables and fruit.
Deep in concentration, Mithnite—his real name is Kevin, but he tells everyone to call him Mithnite as he thinks it sounds more wizardly, which to be fair, it does—pulled out the chalk and said, "Me first."
"Fine, go on then. But do it properly this time."
"Of course I will!" he protested.
We moved over to a dry area beside a storage shed with a long overhang and all five of us crowded around in the dry.
I watched with interest, the act bringing back ancient memories, as Mithnite bent to his task. As he finished up I had to admit he had got a lot better since we had last played, well over nine months ago now.
"Looks pretty good, for an amateur," I said trying to keep my face stern.
"What! That's brilliant, that is." His friends all murmured their agreement.
"We'll see. It's one thing drawing a circle of protection, it's quite another to, you know... Okay, go on then."
I couldn't help smiling as Kevin, a.k.a. Mithnite Soos, took a step back, opened his long coat and spread his arms wide. It brought back so many memories.
When Rikka was teaching me how to be a wizard, and harness the powers of the Empty, I did the same kind of stuff, minus the coat, of course, and whenever I played this game with the kids it sent me back a hundred years. Times sure have changed.
Using words only he could hear, coming out garbled and nonsensical to the rest of us—which is one of the basics, as you don't want other people hearing how you cast your spells—the air darkened and the wind pushed against us in protest as reality cracked. A sonic boom deafened us for a moment as the chalk circle shimmered like it was radioactive, then a terrible smell of rotten eggs overpowered even the smell of Madge's trash.
We peered into the circle as the smoke cleared, looking down, and down, and down.
"What the hell's going on? I was in the middle of sorting out the kids and now I'm here. Who's gonna teach them how to hide a sock properly under a cushion and move it just before you look there the first few times then find it once you've given up and have thrown the other one away? Eh?"
"Hi, Illus. Wasn't expecting you," I said. This was Intus' husband—all imp names begin with I.
"Oh, hello, Spark, it's been a while. I hope Intus hasn't been giving you too many problems? My other half seems to like coming to visit you."
"No, not at all, Illus. We go back a long way. Intus is a true friend."
"Hmm, so I've heard. You better be behaving!" he warned.
It was only recently I found out Intus was a female, as you can never tell by looking at imps, and they don't seem to think of it as important in any way. Was he jealous?
"Of course! We are just friends." I had no idea how we could be anything else. I don't really go in for miniature red demons that always wear leather dungarees with more buckles than could possibly be necessary.
"Whatever. Right, I'm guessing it was this skinny human that summoned me. Time to get blasted, little child."
"What? Hey, I summoned you, you have to do as I say."
"Is that right?" said Illus, a sly, or sly-er, look appearing on his tiny imp face. "I don't think you have quite grasped the rules of summoning demons yet, have you?"
"I have too," said Mithnite, puffing out his chest while his mates backed away.
I felt sorry for him.
On TV the other day, I saw a thing that said most teenagers check their phone at least one hundred and fifty times a day! Can you believe it? Nuts.
I crouched down low, ready to put the kids in their place. They copied me, thinking it gave me an advantage or something, when the truth was my belly was just cramping a little as Madge's cooking worked its way down. I wasn't used to it any longer, and its presence came as quite a shock to my system after months of wholesome cooking and fresh vegetables and fruit.
Deep in concentration, Mithnite—his real name is Kevin, but he tells everyone to call him Mithnite as he thinks it sounds more wizardly, which to be fair, it does—pulled out the chalk and said, "Me first."
"Fine, go on then. But do it properly this time."
"Of course I will!" he protested.
We moved over to a dry area beside a storage shed with a long overhang and all five of us crowded around in the dry.
I watched with interest, the act bringing back ancient memories, as Mithnite bent to his task. As he finished up I had to admit he had got a lot better since we had last played, well over nine months ago now.
"Looks pretty good, for an amateur," I said trying to keep my face stern.
"What! That's brilliant, that is." His friends all murmured their agreement.
"We'll see. It's one thing drawing a circle of protection, it's quite another to, you know... Okay, go on then."
I couldn't help smiling as Kevin, a.k.a. Mithnite Soos, took a step back, opened his long coat and spread his arms wide. It brought back so many memories.
When Rikka was teaching me how to be a wizard, and harness the powers of the Empty, I did the same kind of stuff, minus the coat, of course, and whenever I played this game with the kids it sent me back a hundred years. Times sure have changed.
Using words only he could hear, coming out garbled and nonsensical to the rest of us—which is one of the basics, as you don't want other people hearing how you cast your spells—the air darkened and the wind pushed against us in protest as reality cracked. A sonic boom deafened us for a moment as the chalk circle shimmered like it was radioactive, then a terrible smell of rotten eggs overpowered even the smell of Madge's trash.
We peered into the circle as the smoke cleared, looking down, and down, and down.
"What the hell's going on? I was in the middle of sorting out the kids and now I'm here. Who's gonna teach them how to hide a sock properly under a cushion and move it just before you look there the first few times then find it once you've given up and have thrown the other one away? Eh?"
"Hi, Illus. Wasn't expecting you," I said. This was Intus' husband—all imp names begin with I.
"Oh, hello, Spark, it's been a while. I hope Intus hasn't been giving you too many problems? My other half seems to like coming to visit you."
"No, not at all, Illus. We go back a long way. Intus is a true friend."
"Hmm, so I've heard. You better be behaving!" he warned.
It was only recently I found out Intus was a female, as you can never tell by looking at imps, and they don't seem to think of it as important in any way. Was he jealous?
"Of course! We are just friends." I had no idea how we could be anything else. I don't really go in for miniature red demons that always wear leather dungarees with more buckles than could possibly be necessary.
"Whatever. Right, I'm guessing it was this skinny human that summoned me. Time to get blasted, little child."
"What? Hey, I summoned you, you have to do as I say."
"Is that right?" said Illus, a sly, or sly-er, look appearing on his tiny imp face. "I don't think you have quite grasped the rules of summoning demons yet, have you?"
"I have too," said Mithnite, puffing out his chest while his mates backed away.
I felt sorry for him.
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