18 May, 2014 by katelaity
Apologies for the tardiness of the latest episode in the serial. March Madness set me behind in everything and projects with a deadline had to take precedence. The good news is I’m nearly caught up again and hope to stay that way through the summer (cue unexpected opportunities or the usual bright ideas I can’t resist >_<).
In the mean time, here’s a little snippet of something coming soon without any context. It won’t be a Kit project, but I put it here anyway:
Rain fell on the dirty old town, relentless as the guy you borrowed a fiver from last week. I was working on a tricky bluebell summoning spell when I heard the front door bell jingle, meaning we had a client. ‘You get that, Henry?’ I said absently, my mind on the mixture in my cauldron that was threatening to congeal. The problem with bluebell spells is that just about the time you work out the kinks, they’ve disappeared from the woods and you have to start from scratch again the next May. I knew I’d have to take a break and deal with this problem, but not just yet.
I knew it was going to be a problem because people never just dropped by The Singing Bone because they wanted to chat. Oh don’t get me wrong. I have all manner of friends hereabouts. We might chew the fat over a brew down at the Jiggery Pokery, but folks don’t like to hang around a magic shop.
For one thing, there’s the smell.
For another, there’s the explosions—not to mention the occasional angry banshee. Nobody wants to deal with a banshee who’s woken up on the wrong side of the century.
Henry grunted and got up to saunter through the door to the showroom. We had all the fancy stuff on display out there: crystal balls, shiny decks of tarot cards, a fine selection of brooms and all kinds of pre-packaged spells. Cheap stuff, tourist trade—anything to make the punters think they could work a little DIY and impress their mates at a hen party or stag do.
The problems came when wannabes thought they could do the real thing.
Magic is an art. Leave it to the professionals—unless you want to be picking up stray limbs when your attempt to turn Aunt Miriam into a newt goes awry.
It’s happened. I know: I’ve had to reanimate a corpse or two in my time. They’re never the same and the family, however grateful, never pays you enough to make it worth all the bother.
Ain’t that a kick in the cauldron?
More information soon!
UPDATE: Here it is — available now!