Over the next couple weeks I’ll be sharing additional excerpts from the novella Hood & Fae, the first of my new urban fantasy series Daughters of Little Red Riding Hood. Hood & Fae is currently available in the fantasy bundle Faery Realms: Ten Magical Titles on Amazon, Barnes and Noble, Kobo, Smashwords or Google Play.
Cormac waved at me and we both hid behind something I thought was a big boulder, but upon postmortem discovered was the wreck of a station wagon. Skeletons sat sideways inside. Not sure what killed them, as they had their seatbelts on. Granted, garroted around their necks.
“I think I know what echelon we’re in,” I whispered, “Wr…”
“Wreyth,” Cormac said with me.
“You know it.”
“I know goblins.” Not a lot of affection there. “Do you have a gun?”
“Right here.” I showed him the Spirit Gun.
“That won’t work,” he said. “It’s an exorcist gun.”
“So what, it only works in a gym?”
“It only works on ghosts or spirits possessing bodies not their own. It won’t kill a human, unless he’s a werewolf or a vampire. It won’t kill a goblin who is in his own echelon.”
“Do you have a gun?” I asked.
“I hate guns.”
“Seriously? I like guns a lot better than punching. They don’t hurt.”
“I’m pretty sure guns hurt people.”
“I meant they don’t hurt my knuckles.”
Cormac snorted. “Goblins love guns too. Unfortunately.”
He was right. Every single one of the goblins was packing heat. They had some impressive pieces too. Pistols, shotguns, submachine guns, machine guns, grenade launchers, flamethrowers….Sheesh.
“I guess we both better weapon up. Think our friends will mind?”
He gestured to the skeletons. They were not only armed, but the rusty trunk, which Cormac broke open, contained dozens more guns and packs of ammo, and even a nest of grenades. We each grabbed two guns. I packed as many more guns and ammo into the picnic basket as would fit. I wasn’t sure how stable those grenades were, so I almost left them. At the last minute, I plucked two and squirreled them away with the other weapons.
“Can we die here?”
“Yes. And if we die here, we regenerate here—but not as humans. As goblins. We won’t be just dead; we’ll be damned too. So try not to get killed.”
Awesome. I felt a lot better now.
WARNING: This novel is only appropriate for older teens and adults, because it contains #$%*&@ words. Spelled out for real, though. Even that one that starts with “F.” Yeah, it’s in there, in a couple places. Also, “dumbkof,” but that’s in another language, so it won’t bother you.