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slid down off the table.
“Gather everyone up and go to the church. It’s the biggest place in town that’s on one level,” Bevyn ordered. “Lock yourself in and unless Cree, Gehdrin or yours truly show up, don’t open those doors to anyone.” He gave Brady a hard look. “And that means nobody, Mick. You shoot whoever dares to break down that door and we’ll ask questions later.”
Brady nodded. He motioned Samuels and Walker ahead of him as they hurried from the house.
Bevyn went to the icebox, bent down and took out two more bottles of Sustenance. Uncapping the first bottle, he tilted it up and swigged down the crimson liquid.
“Should I get together some Sustenance, Lord Bevyn?” Healer Murphy asked, his face showing his queasiness at what the Reaper was doing.
Bevyn was shrugging out of his torn shirt, wincing as his parasite continued healing the wound that had nearly drained him of blood. “That would be good,” he said then drank the other bottle of Sustenance.
“Get on over to the church, Miss Moira,” Bevyn said. He glanced at Annie. “You take good care of her or you’ll answer to me.”
Annie bobbed her head and came forward to take Moira’s arm.
“Get ye hooks off’n me, gal, I can walk on my own!” Moira snarled, shaking off Annie’s assistance. “Why Jamie thought he needed ye is beyond my ken!”
“He loved me,” Annie mumbled. “Like I loved him.”
Moira sniffed. “Ain’t no accounting for tastes, now, is there?”
“No more’n you can choose your own mother, I reckon,” Annie shot back. Moira stopped and craned her crippled back so she could look up at her daughterin-law. She narrowed her eyes. “Ye developing a backbone all of a sudden, gal?” she demanded.
Annie’s jaw tightened. “Reckon it’s time I did, yes, ma’am,” she said, and without giving her mother-in-law another look, walked on out of the kitchen ahead of her, though she did hold the back door open for Moira.
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“Well, hot damn,” Moira said, guffawing. She waved the girl on down the steps.
“Get on with ye, then!”
Healer Murphy shook his head at the two women. He’d been listening to them arguing for going on twenty years and that night was the first time he’d ever heard Annie talk back to the old shrew.
Bevyn followed the two women from the kitchen, careful to step gently off the back steps. His belly was still sore and he felt weaker than he should have. He turned as Healer Murphy closed the kitchen door behind his departure.
“Send someone up to mine and Arawn’s rooms,” he ordered the healer. “Fetch both boxes of tenerse. I’ve a feeling we’re going to need it.”
“All right,” the healer agreed. “Anything else you think we’ll need?”
“Bedding and whatever provisions the town folk might need. Food and water for a few days in case there’s a siege. Wouldn’t think there would be, but it’s best to be on the safe side.”
“Will do.” The healer started to turn away then stopped. He locked eyes with Bevyn. “You really gonna fly, lad?”
The Reaper grinned. “Aye, I am.”
Healer Murphy’s eyes widened as Bevyn began transforming. Feathers began forming over the young man’s body then he sprang up from the ground, changing in midair to a large eagle with a six feet wingspan that caught the night air as he sailed through the sky.
“I’ll be a son of a bitch,” the healer said. He followed the progress of the eagle as it flew around in a circle for a moment then began winging toward the south. 40
Reaper’s Revenge
Chapter Five
They were the most lethal creatures to be found throughout the megaverse. Deadly. Silent. Feared. A pit viper so poisonous its name was spoken in hushed whispers on every planet where it drew breath.
Three feet long with a broad, triangular head with vertical pupils, narrow body striped molten silver and green, horn-like scales above their eyes, one bite from the twoinch sharp, tubular fangs
“Gather everyone up and go to the church. It’s the biggest place in town that’s on one level,” Bevyn ordered. “Lock yourself in and unless Cree, Gehdrin or yours truly show up, don’t open those doors to anyone.” He gave Brady a hard look. “And that means nobody, Mick. You shoot whoever dares to break down that door and we’ll ask questions later.”
Brady nodded. He motioned Samuels and Walker ahead of him as they hurried from the house.
Bevyn went to the icebox, bent down and took out two more bottles of Sustenance. Uncapping the first bottle, he tilted it up and swigged down the crimson liquid.
“Should I get together some Sustenance, Lord Bevyn?” Healer Murphy asked, his face showing his queasiness at what the Reaper was doing.
Bevyn was shrugging out of his torn shirt, wincing as his parasite continued healing the wound that had nearly drained him of blood. “That would be good,” he said then drank the other bottle of Sustenance.
“Get on over to the church, Miss Moira,” Bevyn said. He glanced at Annie. “You take good care of her or you’ll answer to me.”
Annie bobbed her head and came forward to take Moira’s arm.
“Get ye hooks off’n me, gal, I can walk on my own!” Moira snarled, shaking off Annie’s assistance. “Why Jamie thought he needed ye is beyond my ken!”
“He loved me,” Annie mumbled. “Like I loved him.”
Moira sniffed. “Ain’t no accounting for tastes, now, is there?”
“No more’n you can choose your own mother, I reckon,” Annie shot back. Moira stopped and craned her crippled back so she could look up at her daughterin-law. She narrowed her eyes. “Ye developing a backbone all of a sudden, gal?” she demanded.
Annie’s jaw tightened. “Reckon it’s time I did, yes, ma’am,” she said, and without giving her mother-in-law another look, walked on out of the kitchen ahead of her, though she did hold the back door open for Moira.
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“Well, hot damn,” Moira said, guffawing. She waved the girl on down the steps.
“Get on with ye, then!”
Healer Murphy shook his head at the two women. He’d been listening to them arguing for going on twenty years and that night was the first time he’d ever heard Annie talk back to the old shrew.
Bevyn followed the two women from the kitchen, careful to step gently off the back steps. His belly was still sore and he felt weaker than he should have. He turned as Healer Murphy closed the kitchen door behind his departure.
“Send someone up to mine and Arawn’s rooms,” he ordered the healer. “Fetch both boxes of tenerse. I’ve a feeling we’re going to need it.”
“All right,” the healer agreed. “Anything else you think we’ll need?”
“Bedding and whatever provisions the town folk might need. Food and water for a few days in case there’s a siege. Wouldn’t think there would be, but it’s best to be on the safe side.”
“Will do.” The healer started to turn away then stopped. He locked eyes with Bevyn. “You really gonna fly, lad?”
The Reaper grinned. “Aye, I am.”
Healer Murphy’s eyes widened as Bevyn began transforming. Feathers began forming over the young man’s body then he sprang up from the ground, changing in midair to a large eagle with a six feet wingspan that caught the night air as he sailed through the sky.
“I’ll be a son of a bitch,” the healer said. He followed the progress of the eagle as it flew around in a circle for a moment then began winging toward the south. 40
Reaper’s Revenge
Chapter Five
They were the most lethal creatures to be found throughout the megaverse. Deadly. Silent. Feared. A pit viper so poisonous its name was spoken in hushed whispers on every planet where it drew breath.
Three feet long with a broad, triangular head with vertical pupils, narrow body striped molten silver and green, horn-like scales above their eyes, one bite from the twoinch sharp, tubular fangs
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