![]() ![]() Whatever it is, it's big.īracing myself for murder or a new job, I unlocked the door and stepped back, my sword half-drawn. ![]() My rings rang and vacillated, reading the flow of whatever was behind the door. Instead, I touched the door, spreading the fingers of my right hand against smooth iron. The peephole in the middle of the door was black, no light spilling through. I lifted it down, chucked the blade free with my thumb against the guard. I hitched up my jeans, then reached over and curled my fingers around the sword hanging on the wall. ![]() The lines of Power wedded to my front door twirled uneasily. ![]() My rings flashed, a drift of green sparks snapping and popping down my fingers. Then I hauled myself up off the red threadbare carpet and padded barefoot out into the hallway. "Interesting," I said, gooseflesh rippling up my back. The Devil card pulsed, landing atop a pile of flat runestones. The amber ring on my left middle finger sparked. I turned over a card, my lacquered fingernails scraping. I'd just settled down to a long afternoon of watching the holovid soaps and doing a little divination, spreading the cards and runes out on the hank of blue silk I'd laid out, when there was a bashing on my door that shook the walls. My working relationship with Lucifer began on a rainy Monday. ![]()
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