A Glimpse of Darkness (Short Story)

By Lara Adrian, Harry Connolly, Stacia Kane, Kelly Meding, Lucy A. Snyder

An unique collaboration between 5 of the genre’s brightest authors, A Glimpse of Darkness is city myth as it’s by no means been performed prior to.

Munira bint Azhar, the half-human daughter of a djinn, is a talented Retriever within the urban of Port dusk. Now the robust sorcerer Temesis has given Munira a dire ultimatum: scouse borrow a paranormal lantern—the mild of Ta’lab—from the awful undead state less than town, or watch her father die at Temesis’s hand. Will she manage to retrieve the lantern and keep her father’s lifestyles, or will they either perish within the process?
With an Afterword that includes the alternatives readers got on the finish of every bankruptcy.

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One final wave hit her as she threw her physique ahead, and he or she rode it as most sensible she might, out into the grotto itself, till she knocked opposed to the legs of the pier like a section of driftwood. wary aid touched the sides of her brain. no less than she’d gotten out of the tunnel, and it'd be effortless to scale the leg. Even a half-ifrit like herself had distinct abilities in that region. Splinters buried themselves in her arms as she part climbed, part shimmied her means up one of many legs, tugging on the dermis of her swimsuit and sending clean tremors of discomfort via her from the wound on her abdominal.

Alvara’s face started to delay like a jackal’s, and the full entrance row of her top enamel grew lengthy, sharp, and hole. A snake’s fangs injected venom, however the ghouleh might inject anything a ways, a long way worse. Munira’s adrenaline raced and the room unexpectedly appeared arctic. Alvara winced. Munira’s grip had turn into sizzling scorching. The flame was once with regards to escaping from her—right subsequent to all these invaluable maps—and Munira didn’t imagine she may carry it again for lengthy. Unless … Alvara opened her jaws broad and lunged ahead, hissing.

As I emerged from the storage, i spotted whatever was once extraordinarily mistaken with the sky. The slate-gray clouds had turn into a pearly white flatness streaked with ruby highlights. The air hung nonetheless and useless. The white of the sky cascaded down like an airy waterfall on the fringe of the Grove; i'll slightly see the bushes past. “Motherfucker,” I whispered, shivering with a mix of frustration and worry. Someone—presumably a wizard hired through the governing circle—had forged an isolation sphere at the whole downtown sector.

No less than you’re no longer barbeque, I reminded myself. Or giblet shock. I scratched an itch on my left forearm, and my hand got here away sticky with blood. Smoky’s tail had torn my T-shirt and opened a three-inch gash in my shoulder. I couldn’t see whatever yet blood within the wound. i attempted to elevate my left arm and was once spoke back with a brilliant blue spike of ache from the muscle mass and joint. It even harm to make a fist. I needed to look after the arm ahead of i'll take into consideration monitoring down Smoky. Bracing myself opposed to the wall with my solid arm, I climbed to my ft.

Learning a photograph wasn’t trustworthy sufficient for get-in, get-out Retrieval. And calling her touch on the British Museum may possibly allure undesirable consciousness. thankfully, a little bit Googling and phoning hooked up her to a professor in Boston. “MacDougal here … what d’ya wish? ” His voice was once gruffly Scottish. “Hi, my identify is Sara Larson. ” She lined the microphone together with her left thumb and downed the coffee-flavored Impresso. “I’m with Archaeology Magazine,” she persisted, already woozy and tingly from the potion.

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