Christine Warren [Gargoyles a Stone Cold Lover (retail) (epub

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.I have no idea how long it could take, since I don’t know the person I’m looking for.Plus, chances are the Hierophant will have magical wards up to prevent occult prying into his business.I’m a damned fine witch, but I’m betting he’s more experienced than I am, and he’ll be pulling power from the Darkness.My way should be a backup plan only.”Fil groaned and let her head thump back against the sofa cushions.“Oh, good.I get to spend the next however-long-it-turns-out-to-be immersing myself in the happy fun-time of homicide reports.Yay, me.”Wynn shot her a commiserating look.“Keep an eye out on missing persons, too.Sometimes they’re smart enough to hide their victims afterward.”“And you say you’re mad because this isn’t your full-time job?”The witch shrugged.“We all have our quirks.”Chapter SixteenFil found herself reluctant to let Wynn go, and over the next few days she wished more than once that she’d just kidnapped the other woman and kept her close.Pumping her for information while she was across town in her own apartment just took so much more effort.The location of the Hierophant, though, wasn’t what Fil kept asking about.No, all of her questions centered on the Guardians—how they were summoned, how long they worked between their periods of slumber, if they ever woke when the world wasn’t in imminent peril.If Wynn guessed the reasons behind the other woman’s questions, she never let on.“They wake when the Warden they’re bonded to finishes training his apprentice,” the witch had explained.“It’s a way of passing the torch from one Warden to the next, so the Guardian is familiar with him if the new guy has to do a summoning during his tenure.But as far as I know, it’s either that, or humanity’s pants are on fire.Not really much in between.”Fil found that less than reassuring.She picked up her brooding right where she’d left off, minus the psychotic, demon-inspired fit of rage, but Spar threw himself into their new search with gusto.He seemed determined to ferret out every gruesome death and every missing persons report he could get his hands on.Accessing those was pretty slow going, though.They had to rely mostly on newspaper reports, since asking the police to identify any demon attacks or ritually sacrificed humans would likely land them in jail, or the nuthouse.Of course Fil had contacted Ricky, but even that had proved more than a touch awkward.Explaining her newfound interest in the subject of death and mayhem turned out to be a bit tricky.“First you ask me about a bombing the police still haven’t been able to explain, and now you want to know about ritual murders?” the reporter had demanded, his tone incredulous.“Girl, have you gotten yourself mixed up in something I don’t want to know about? ’Cause this is starting to sound like you’re founding your own terrorist cell, or something.”Fil had rolled her eyes.“Right.Me and the Taliban.I’m looking into something for a friend, Ricky, but if you aren’t comfortable helping me out, just say so.I’ll find another way to get the information; it’ll just take me longer.”“Oh, I’m damned uncomfortable, but I’ll still help.I’ve owed you more than one favor through the years, Fil, but I’m pretty sure this is going to even the scales.I don’t want to know if you’re trying to track down a serial killer or studying up to become one yourself—either way, that’s a dangerous path to walk.You be careful.”She knew Ricky didn’t actually believe she was out to become a killer, but she understood his warning.She was into something dangerous, she just couldn’t explain what it really was.And if she’d tried, she doubted he would have believed her.After all, who went around trying to track down demons and demonic minions? It made her sound even crazier than the serial-killer angle.If she was honest with herself, she felt pretty crazy these days, and dealing with demons, a cult of demon worshippers, human sacrifice, and the location of the head lunatic contributed to that the least.It was the guy with wings determined to save the world that made her feel like she’d lost her mind.She tried being all Zen about it, living in the moment, not thinking about the future but savoring each moment as it came.That had lasted all of about half an hour; then Spar had mentioned something about how he would like to show Fil the cathedral he had once guarded in the Alsace.Just like that, all her tranquility went flying out the window [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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