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Day 50/ Day 13/ Chapter 11

Well, there went that streak of having my chapter and my 100k challenge day being the same number.  Oh well.

Last two days I have been taking it easy.  Haven’t written much, in fact at all.  But I did go out and have fun, and also stayed home and loafed around and recharged the old writing juices.

Today’s current total is 1,825 words.  And it is only 9:45 where I am.  So, I will be getting there for the day.  I am over 19k words in the hole.  But, still going to push forward with the challenge anyway.  It is fun.

I shall be going back to it after I post this blog entry.  So, until next time, another episode of Janus City…



Typhon stopped. He closed his eyes a second and tried to focus on the thought. He felt the strong surge of hate for a long moment, searching for the source. The rain started to fall, steady hard rain that Typhoon hated since it distorted his power, his gift.

The surge of hate vanished.

Dammit. He was stuck. Part of him wanted to wait again of the angry thought, someone wanted to kill people. It wasn’t a new thought, Typhon knew. He himself wished he could kill the city at times. Ye,t there wasn’t the spike of sudden anger in this thought. This was a deep hate for the world at large. Something that wanted to act on that hatred.

It was also something that he could usually track. Yet, the rain helped to retard his ability. And it would only get worse. Defeated for the moment, he went inside. Opening the door, he was knocked to the side by a teen girl as she rushed past him. She was thick, blue and pink hair flaring around her as she rushed past Typhon. She gave him a dirty look and walked off into the rain.

Typhon shook his head and walked into his apartment complex. He checked his mail, gave a nod to his neighbour Mrs. Gertz. She had been dead for five years, wasn’t a rez job. She was a ghost that still believed it was alive. Which happened often in Eastside.
He kept going up the stairs three flights to his small room. The door had been broken open. He frowned and concentrated, nobody was inside. He opened his door and found his small place had been ransacked. It was dark, and when he righted the lamp and switched it on, he was shocked to find a man sitting his chair, a smile on his flesh round face.

“Hello Typhon, I can see you are surprised I was able to be here?”

Typhon glared at the man.

“Yes, I also know about your small issue with not being able to talk,” the man said. “My name is Grenden. And, before you stress yourself more, this is the reason you couldn’t hear me.” Grendel took a thick meaty hand and pulled out a small pendant from under his shirt. The gray suited man smirked when Typhon’s eyes fell upon it.

“Yes, it is a mind shield. Not an inexpensive item.” He let out a small laugh. “Now, please have a seat on that wretched thing you call a couch.”

Typhon smirked at the man. He liked the couch. It was a paisley thing that was overstuffed and extremely comfortable. He flopped down on it, then looked at Grenden.

“I need you to find someone for me. Her name is Roxanne List.”


Update:Starkiller and other news

I haven’t stopped the challenge, just haven’t had anything to post for the last two days.  I promise Janus City and the Empress series are moving forward.

However, I wanted to set those aside for a bit to try and push out part three of I.S.S. Starkiller.  I did.  And, the first three are bundled together.  Here you can find a link for the bundle.

That is all…back to writing.


Day 48/ Day 10/ Chapter 10

So, as of this writing, I have 3,500 words for the day.  I am rather happy about that.  I did my Janus City chapter, which I will talk about later.  I also worked on the third of the 4Pollack novels and worked on more of the trilogy I should be working on this whole time.  I will get back to that once I have finished up the blog post.

And, yes why I am working on the third when the second 4Pollack novel isn’t up anymore?  Well, it was up.  And, I do have Cryo in the queue for revision.  I might try and work it in if I can either; get done with the trilogy a bit more or if I stall on one of the other projects and I need something else to work on.  I suppose it would still count towards my goal of words, since it is a revision and not just “editing.”

Either way, it will get done way before I have a finished draft of book three.

So, as for Janus City.  I am trying something.  I am going off of John Gallic for the moment and bringing in a new character.  Name is Typhon.  We will be following him for a little bit before going back to John.  Or, we will see John in a different way.  Either way…Janus City…


Chapter 10

Typhon leered at the woman grinding around on the pole. He peels off another double sawbuck from the roll in his jacket and slide it towards her. The catgirl gave him a happy squeak and crawled towards him, her yellow cat eyes staring at him as she did. She leaned forward, arching her back as she did to show off her ass in the to small thong that blended well with her soft yellow furred body. She opened her mouth and took the bill in her mouth and jerked backwards to sit up, reveals her fur sheathed body. Her small pert breasts revealed as the yellow fur faded to a thin fuzz that disappeared a scant inch from her aureola.

Always my favorite, he said to her.

She gave him a confused look.

He shook his head and started to get up. She crawled forward again and gave him a mewling whimper. He peeled off two more bills, pressed them to glowing dance floor and slid them towards her. She gave him a large smile, her smile more human with only the incisors more cat-like.

Again, she gave him a squeak and happy meow.

He gave a look at the bounce, Xer. The thick shouldered brute grunted at Typhon as he left. Then settled a thick meaty hand on Typhon’s shoulder. “Don’t you usually leave after her set?”

Need to get back to the wife. Typhon looked at Xer’s strange twist of his face hearing Typhon’s voice in his head. Xer let him go and Typhon took the opportunity to leave the strip club.

Outside, the perpetual umber of Eastside of Janus City was lit with neon signs of the red light district, and a few actual red lanterns hanging outside of several apartments and homes. Typhon walked along the street, his mind unable to contain the thoughts that streamed into his. In the club it had been easy to wall off his thoughts from everyone else. Attention was elsewhere and focused on the girls. Out in the city of Janus, it was harder to push away the stray thoughts that he could garner from walking down the street. He wanted to get home, and soon.

There, he had his sanctuary. His place where he rested and slept and was able to sleep. The small apartment mounted with thick plates of silver and gold. Costing him a pretty penny, yet it was worth it for him to have a place to rest his head and not experience other’s thoughts, dreams and nightmares.

But then, Typhon also needed those thoughts at times. It was his stock and trade.

Other people’s secrets.

As his steps found the Wraith Hostel he was stopped. One sentence slammed into his head.

“I will kill them all.”


Day 47/ Day 9/ Janus City Chapter 9

Well, back from my gaming night.  Always helps me recharge.  This was a different one than the usual pirate game we have been playing.  The DM needed a break so we are doing a two-part game called “Dark Run.”  The DM is very new, and those of us who have played for awhile helped her as best we could.  Looking forward to the next session and see what transpires.

As for writing, well…622 words today.  All of it on Janus City.  Part of it was trying to finish up the last excerpt.  And this one is pretty short.  Not sure exactly what I am going to do.  There are more than a few stories in Janus City and I might go on to one of them instead and leave the story of John Gallic on hold.  Or not.  Depends on how I feel tomorrow when I get ready to write the next part of the serial.

I have to say that there is a weird melancholia that has settled over me as of late.  The feeling that somehow this is all pointless and I should stop and go back to what I was doing before trying for the full-time writer thing.  However, I know it is just my own fear of failure/success that is trying to cause me to stop what I am doing.  Not going to work.  I am going to press on.

Anyway, your next dose of Janus City…



Chapter 9

The glow of the glasses pulled my attention away from the wraith. When I turned back, the wraith was gone. “Good riddance,” I muttered to myself, crossed the street and headed towards the glowing building. My hand strayed to my gun, not wanting to pull it yet.

As I moved closer, I felt the first few splatters of rain. First it was a misting, then it turned to rain. Which annoyed me, yet didn’t stop me from continuing to creep up onto the building. It was an abandoned storefront with a large boards in front of the glass walls and a gate across door. When I got closer, I saw the gate had been forced open enough that the chains and broken and hung on the door gate. I pushed myself through and when my hand touched the door, the glow flared.

I’m on the right track. I yanked open the door.

Two bullets zinged by me, breaking the glass of the door. I dropped into a crouch, pulling out my gun and felt the thrum of the runes in my wrist. I fired off a shot towards where the shots came from. It glowed a dull red as did the runes around my wrist. Yet, the light wasn’t enough to cut through the gloom. There was a scuffle from he darkness and the sound of a door popping open. I took a quick shot for the door, missing the form by an inch.

The glasses had switched off the moment I was in the storefront. With he danger gone, they flickered on for a few seconds. They showed a set of footsteps heading out of the door. Well at least that is answered. I charged forward towards the door, the gun coming out first.

I swept right to left, dropping to one knee as I swept to the left around the door. Good thing, the guy waiting there fired at where my head should have been. I slammed the barrel of the gun into the guy’s stomach. He grunted and doubled over. Helped by his momentum, he was slammed spread eagle on the ground. I pressed the gun barrel to his forehead and blinked.

My gun was pressed into the forehead of Kenneth, my client.


Day 46/ Day 8/ Janus City Chapter 8

I know this is later than I usually post.  Had to finish up the chapter for the serial.  Didn’t get much more writing than that done.  But I was close to scratching the 1k mark.  904.  Again, not a sprint, a marathon.  I should have a few days coming up where I will be just writing and writing.

And now, the next installment of Janus City


Janus City Chapter 8

I looked at the note, unsure of what to do. I didn’t think calling her right now was the way to go. She was with Vince and who knew who had the burner phone info. He could be calling Vince. I pushed the note and the cell back into my pocket.

Touching the glasses helped to focus them if I thought they were going off the rails as it were. There was a very faint glow that came from the middle of the city, along the border of the vast Wall. There wasn’t much there. But it was a start. Walking wasn’t the best, yet I had to do it.

Strolling along the streets of Westside got me the usual dirty looks from the people who lived here. Let them stare and gawk at me. I was in a shabby coat and pants, still had blood on me from the demon from earlier this morning. Already felt like it was a week ago. But, I was able to muddle through and get closer to the Wall. As I approached the Wall down Main Street, the glow came from the right.

I was focused on getting to the glow that I didn’t notice until it was to late someone following me. I happened to look into the reflection of a the local Gimble’s department store and saw a form following me. It wasn’t a man or woman, only a shadow.
I wasn’t sure if it was real or if it was a trick of light, yet something about it made me turn around to confront it. I wasn’t prepared for coming face to face with a wraith.

Wraiths are the guards of the Wall. They are supreme dicks and have zero sense of humor. And they also hates those who were of the recently deceased, like myself.

“What are you doing here, thing?” It hissed out in my brain. I looked around and realized no one was going to see this interaction. The wraith and I had somehow become alone on the busiest street in the city.

“Following a clue,” I said touching my glasses. “Do we have an issue?”

“You are no allowed—“

I tapped my temple twice. “Wrong, on the clock. I’m a bonded agent. I have full authority in the city boundaries.” It was a shaky leg to stand on, since the closer one got to the wall, it was less the City of Janus then the Wall. It had its own rules which interacted with the two sides of Janus in odd ways.

“You are close to being outside your jurisdiction,” it said. It then moved a little closer to me, so close I could see the red eyes and the flare of red coming from where the nose was suppose to be. “Be quick about your business and leave this area. Dead man.”

The last few words rang in my head for a few moments. Something I was doing was bothering the wraith.

Terrific. Fucking terrific.


Day 45/ Day 7/ Janus City Chapter 7

Another slow day of writing.  But, feeling good about it.  Then, I read this post.  Finish it?  29 books and nine hundred short stories!  DAMN, and only in seven years.  But, I can get that much done.  Just might take longer than seven years.  I see some potential with Janus City to be more than just John Gallic.  But, not sure if that will be enough for that much.

Yet, one thing I know about writing is you don’t compare yourself to someone else.  Going to just keep moving forward with the writing.

Without further ado…



Janus City Chapter 7

“So what you doin’ here, Johnnie?”  Vince Chung asked, looking down at his notepad.  Though, his pencil hadn’t moved much while I gave him my story.

“Workington a case.  Stumbled onto the heavy.  Poked him once, had a seizure and he died.”
“Uh huh.”  Vince looked at his partner, and shook his head.

“What we mean is,” Elissa Montez said, coming up beside me, “Why are you in Westside?”

I looked over at her.  She flashed me an easy smile, one she knew I still liked.  About six months ago, she and I had had a weekend.  Then came back to her husband and partner Vince Hughes.  I’m sure, he knew.  But hadn’t done anything.


“In Westside seeing the ex, if you must know.”  I then pushed the glasses up on my nose.  “And getting a few things I left there.”
“That she didn’t torch?” Vince asked, a small smirk on his face.  The wisp of a moustache on his face made him look more creepy and pathetic than usual.

“Shuddup,” I said.  “Look, I tried to help the heavy.  Can I go now?”

“No, you need to come with us,” Elissa said.

“Why?” I asked, turning to look at her.  “What is the charge?  Am I being detained?”

“Whoa, whoa,” Vince said.  He pulled Elissa’s hands away from my arm.  “Nothing like that, Johnnie.  No, we aren’t detaining you.  How about you go along.  But keep your cell on.”

“Don’t believe in ‘em,” I said.  It wasn’t that I didn’t.  I just had a habit of forgetting them and crushing them when I sat down.  Or sometimes getting pissed off at who I was talking to and crushing them in my hand.

“I have a burner you can hold onto for a time,” Elissa said.  She walked away from us, his thick hips swaying.  Both Vince and I enjoyed the view as she went to the squad car, leaned in through the passenger side door and retrieved the burner.  I pulled my eyes away from her a moment before Vince did by asking me something.

“Huh?” I asked, turning to watch the elf being placed in the black van of the coroner.  I had a feeling that the elf wouldn’t get more than a cursory look and then a tossed in a potter’s field.

“When did you stop fucking my wife?”

I snapped my eyes back to his.  “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He leaned in close.  “I let the first weekend last year slide, Johnnie.  But the last two months, not cool.  Stop hunting.”  As Elissa came back, he smiled at his partner and wife as she slipped the burner phone into my hand.

“You two alright?” she asked,d looking between the two of us.

“Fine,” I said, giving her a smile and taking the sleek little phone from her hand.  The contact of her hand on mine was electric.  Then I blinked because the phone flared with an orange light from the glasses I was wearing.

“Good, we’re done here.”  He said, taking Elissa and guiding her towards the car again.  He looked over his shoulder at me and gave me a glare.

I decided to walk awhile to clear my head, yet my eyes kept going to the phone.  Finally, I grabbed some wall by an alley and pulled it out.

It was the old school flip phone kind.  Images of the old Star Trek show came to mind as I flicked the phone open.  A small note fluttered out.  It grabbed ahold of it.  It was Elissa’s handwriting.  It was a phone number and four words in her loopy hand.  “I need your help.”


Day 44/ Day 6/ Janus City Chapter 6

Well, I decided to take a jump and get a cover for this Janus City thing I have been doing on here.  It is from a cover designer I use for almost all of my books.  I will put it in before the chapter.

As for writing today, it didn’t go well.  I was dealing with one annoyance after another.  I have 700 words today and that might be all I do.  500 of those is the latest chapter of Janus City.  The other 200 is for a serial I am trying to add to so I can get it out and try some bundling options.

I know it happens, and that this challenge is a marathon and not a sprint, but still gets and nags at me.  Who knows, maybe later I’ll get a wild hair and start writing a little bit more.

Without further wait, the next installment of Janus City…



Janus City Chapter 6

Once outside of the complex, I turned to business.  Finding Kenneth’s leg.  Soon as the thought came to me, there was a soft orange glow that settled over the glasses and I saw a ribbon of orange extend out away from me.  The glasses wouldn’t solve the case for me.  But, they were keyed to his DNA and would lead me to where he lived and his daily routine.

There were dangerous a if I ran into Kenneth, hence the reason I told him to stay home.  Otherwise, I’d end up blind.  Or worse.  The perks of the job I guess.

I wondered to the cable car and hoped on.  One good thing about the cable cars was the price.  Anyone could ride one anywhere in Janus City.  One of the few perks of the city.  There was an elf sitting by himself, or herself, you never know with the Fae.  And this elf was one of the “heavies.”  It had become part of this world more than say Moira or Mick.  They could head back to the Fae whenever they wanted.  Granted, I knew both of them would prefer to die then ever go back and deal with the Shadow Court.
The elf looked haunted, his eyes sunken and clung to a thick wooden blanket which he wrapped tight around himself.  The thing that drew my attention to the elf in the first place was the orange hued aura around him when I got on.  He was connected to Kenneth and his missing leg.  Somehow.

I settled down across from him.  He avoided eye contact with me.  Soon, it was he and I, and the golem car driver who might as well have been gone with the way the cable cars worked.  Yet some regs stated there had to be one.

“Nice day,” I said to the elf.

He said nothing, continued to stare into space.

“Hey, buddy, I’m talking to you,” I said reaching out to poke him in the leg.

When I touched him, two things happened.  First he let out a keening that caused me to grit my teeth and wince.  Second, he collapsed onto the floor of the cable car and started to have a seizure.  I got to my knees and pulled out my wallet to jam it between his teeth so he didn’t bite his tongue off.  His eyes grew more unfocused as the seizure took him.  He bit down so hard on my wallet, it started to buckle.

“Dammit, stop this thing!  Call emergency services!”  I shouted out at the golem.

The cable car was already slowing when I shouted.  The things big burly head turned and looked at me.  The constant open mouth glowed as it spoke.  “They have been summoned, please remain calm.”

The elf grabbed me by the arm, spat out my wallet and said, “Valhalla.”  Then, his eyes closed and I felt his spirit leave his body.
And, with his spirit went a lead for me to follow.


Day 43/ Day 5/ Janus City Chapter 5

Hello all.  I made it past my minimum last night and got to 4.5k words.  I am hoping to do that again tonight.  I have 2,104 so far and the evening is young for me.  I shall be keeping my nose to the keyboard stone…that made no sense but I think you know what I mean.

I must say it is strange to do something like Janus City.  Every day I sit down and type out another piece fo the adventure that is John Gallic’s life.  I have no idea where it is going and that is the point.  I also stop when I think I have reached the end of a good little section of the story.  Granted, once I am done with the challenge and I have a full novel or even a novella, I will be printing it out and seeing where this awkward beast is going and re-write the hell out of it.  That also got me thinking if I should try and keep this going every month?  Not every day, but maybe once a week I plop down a few thousand words of some story idea I am working on.  And since it would be once a week, I would want to have a bit more editing done with it.  Nothing major, but at least go over the typos and fill out the scenes more.

Food for thought.  Will try and throw that into a newsletter soon, maybe have that as another benefit to being on the mailing list, first chance to read a novella/novel that I am working on.  Or you could try and head over to my Patreon page and toss me a few bucks.  It’s $3 a month for keeping up with me and getting first access to my stories before I say anything on the blog or start to shout into the void of Twitter or Facebook.

If any of you have a comment, good or bad, there is a comment section at the bottom.  Tell me what you think of the story so far.

Anyway…continuing you with the noir story, Janus City…


Janus City Chapter 5

Shaking myself from the shock of Moira’s confession, I followed her towards her door.  She seemed to have resigned herself to me coming back into her place one more time.  “Please tell me you didn’t burn the Poe books?”

She turned and looked at me.  “I gave those to you, they were expensive.  I’m pissed at you, not insane.  But, I’m keeping them.”  She said as she touched the door and it opened.

I walked after her and felt the threshold powers of her apartment slam shut on me.  She turned and looked at me.  “What are you going to do?  Cross the threshold uninvited?”

If I did, I’d lose much of the protections I had as an undead.  I’d be near human, weak as a kitten and stuck in a small room with a sidhe who hated me.  But she loves you, a stray thought came to me.  Yeah, issue is she loves me but wouldn’t mind flaying the skin from my bones for the fun of it.

“Well?”  She asked, looking at me, her green eyes kindled with fire, her smile touching her eyes in a wicked way.  She was daring me to do it.

“Never dare me,” I said.  I took a step towards her and felt the pressure of the threshold grab hold of me, felt chains wrapping around me, green ephemeral chains that weighed me down more and more, pulling at the protections of my undead status.  But, I got through.  I sagged against the wall, breathing heavy and sweating copious amounts.

“Was it really worth it?”  She asked, taking a drink from a hi ball glass.  I shook my head, grabbed the glass and downed the contents.

“Thanks doll,” I said, handing her the empty glass.

I saw a small vein throbbing on her forehead, which I ignored and walked towards the wall where her vault access was.  I raised my hand as I neared the picture of one of her relatives.  It faded to nothing and a light blue dial the size of a softball appeared in its stead.  Behind it was a door of the same color.  It spun around a half dozen times and then waited, the dial set at “00.”

With a few flicks of my finger, the dial spun to each other numbers and rotations needed for the vault to open.  The vault is a large extra dimensional bank that everyone in Janus City has access to.  Everyone gets their own combination when they register as a citizen.  I had gotten one, yet it was barred to me after I died.  There was paperwork to get it open, yet I did;t have that type of time.  Or the scratch.  One reason I shacked up with Moira is she had a decent account and I was able to get a small side vault with her number.  It wasn’t as hard as I thought.  And yes, I know I’m a scumbag for doing it.

The door popped open and Moira gasped when she saw the empty vault.

“Relax, this is mine, not yours,” I said.   Reached in and pulled out the two things I stored.  The spelled long coat that was better than most kinds armor and a pair of ensorcelled sunglasses that helped me track down those that contracted me.

“You used my vault to store your junk?”

“It isn’t junk,” I said, pulling not he long coat and slipped on the sunglasses.  “I need these to do my job.”

“You know I could scream and kill you.”

I smirked at her.  With the glasses, I could also see any kind of arcane build up.  There was none with her.  I walked closer to her, looming over her.  “Doubt it Moira.  You love me, remember.”  I then placed a kiss on the top of her forehead and walked out the apartment.

I heard her whisper something as I left.  Wasn’t sure if she meant for me to hear it, but I found I had better hearing after coming back.

“Don’t die, you big lug.”

I didn’t respond until I was in the elevator, far away from her.  “I’ll try doll, I’ll try.”


Day 42/ Day 4/ Janus City Chapter Four

So, as of 9:20 pm PST, I have 3k words done.  I have a few hours.  Thought I’d update the blog, throw up the next very raw chapter of Janus City up and take a small break.  I need 333 more words to break even for the day.  Yet, I want to try for at least 4k if not 5k.  Came up with some interesting changes for the Empress in Wrath and Tears.  Hope it stays in and works the way I want it too.

Looking forward to tomorrw, I have an interview with Jay Thorn for a possible retreat thing for writers like he did while writing this book.  I will tell you all how it goes afterwards.

Without further ado, I give you the next chapter…


Janus City Chapter Four

Cleaning up the oil was a little harder than I thought.  Yet, after an hour of scrubbing and using a little charm to help with the worst of it, I gave Mick a nod and left.  I wanted to get to a guy I knew who sold parts of people.  It is Janus City, so anything is possible here.  The first thing I did was grab a cable car to the West Side, where Moria lived.

As the car slid up along the hill of the Westside, I looked back to see the dark grey area of Eastside.  The white stone buildings of Westside were a sharp contrast to the other side.  One of the reasons people called this place Janus City.  The duality of the place was;t only in the stone of the city.  Eastside wasn’t the best place to go.  It was where I would have to go to meet with the body parts guy, one reason I wanted to get the last of my stuff from Moira before having to go through the Gate.

Even from where I stood in the trolley, I could see the Central Gate, the chokepoint of the entire city.  Other gates and bridges had been built to get from one side of the city tot he other, yet the main area was and always would be the Central Gate.  I could even pick out the details of the demonic and angelic faces carved into the Gate.  And could see the thin veneer of the portal that shunted people from one side to the other.  The Eastside of Janus City was in another plane of existence.

Not one far removed from the one on Westside.  But, Westside was still in one dimension and Eastside was in the other.  One reason Westside was built so close, from the top of the hill of Westside, Eastside faded into a grey haze that those who could afford the view thought of as the edge of the world.  In many was it was.

I stopped at Fifth and Hobart and made my way to the Garren Arms Complex.  As I rounded the corner, I felt a flash of anger flare up.  There was a smell int he air, one I was familiar with.

There was a fire.

Soon as I turned the corner of the bank across from Moira’s apartment complex, I saw where the fire was.  On the front lawn.  And Moira was the one laughing and chuckling…and drinking.  In front of her were three boxes of cardboard, big black marker used to scrawl my name on the sides.  She saw me walking towards her and she was lovely and terrifying.

A shade under five foot seven, long straight red hair that hung to her mid thigh.  Her eyes were bright green and they lit up with a joyous anger at seeing me.  Her pale, near translucent skin changed subtly as I moved closer.  Her sidhe coming out.  The hair grew pale as milk and her skin turned even paler, as if it were possible.  “Well, look who finally returned,” Moira said, a bright colored drink in hand,t he other on her hip.  Both surrounded with bangles of gold and silver.  Moira smiled at me and took a long sip of her drink.

“Thanks for the warm welcome,” I said, walking past her.  “There is still something in your apartment I need.”

“Everything of yours is there,” she said, pointing towards the small fire.

“Not everything.”  I kept going.

I heard her shout my name and felt a small twinge.  I might be quasi undead, yet when a baen sidhe says your name, even an undead man can feel something.  I turned.  “What?”

“I told you I gathered everything,” Moira said, gesturing with her drink.  It slopped out and I realised it probably wasn’t her first.
“Even the stuff int he vault?”

An eyebrow arched.  “You don’t have the combo to that.”

I turned and moved closer.  I whispered it to her.  I might be a jerk, but not going to announce her vault combo to the world at large.

She slapped me hard across the face, then let out a hiss of pain.  “Fuck you, Johnnie.”

“Not now, I’m on a job,” I said.  Seeing the bard hit, I turned and walked towards her door.  The doorman looked at me.

“Mr. Gallic, I am sorry but you are not allowed inside.”

“Gate, I have to go in and fetch something from her vault.  It is my property.”

“But it is in her vault, isn’t?” Gate asked.

I had to be careful.  Gate was Fae and they had weird feelings on possession.

I took a chance and said, “It is soulbound to me.”

He nodded and opened the door.  “You are granted a one time admittance.”

“Thanks Gate.  Say het to the wife and kids.”

Gate nodded.  “Thank you sir.”

Moira was on my heels, trying to scream and swear at me.  The more she said my name,t he more I felt the twinge and felt my hands closing and getting ready to do some serious violence.  We both lucked out when the elevator opened and were alone on the ride up.  I grabbed her by her arms.  “I am not going to hit you.  But stop saying my name you harpy.”

That blow stopped her dead.  “Do I look like a saggy titted hasbeen bird?”

“No.  You are just going to kill me by degrees if you keep it up,” I whispered back.

I saw the smile on her face.  “Maybe that is what I wanted.  Maybe you deserve to die you fucking prick.“

“I missed you too.”

She pulled away from my hands and slapped me hard across the face.  “Gods great and small I hate you.”

I pushed her against the door and pressed my face close to hers.  “Yeah, tell me something I don’t know.”

She grabbed my head and kissed me hard, biting her lower lip and then pushed me away.  “I still love you.”

The door opened and she walked away while I stood there, dumbstruck for a moment.


Day 41/ Day 3/ Janus City Chapter 3

Short update today.  I am cruisng along with the word count and currently at 2575 for the day.  I probably won’t make the full number tongiht.  But, I got close.  Tomorrow should be a big writing day.  I expect to have 5k tomorrow.  And now for another very raw chapter of Janus City.  (I have to say, it is fun to write this.  It is somethign that touches several loves of mine.  There is a noir element to it, there is the urban fantasy element and then there is the weird melange of science ficition and fantasy that I like.  Don’t see the sci-fi yet?  Don’t worry, it is coming…)


Janus City Chapter Three

The thing about contracts and myself, if someone makes one with my name, on vellum, uses the right mumbo jumbo and underlines their name in blood, I am bound to help them.  Whatever is on the contract, I have to do.  One time, there was an old woman who wanted me to move her from one apartment to another…across the hallway.  But, she gave me a homemade pizza and a six pack of beer after so I was good with it.

I was also good with the contract because it helped me with something else.  I was able to leave Mick’s Pub.  The contact’s subtle magics allowed me to move onto the front stoop of Mick’s Pub and look over my new client with a bit more study.

Overall, he was a decent looking man, thirties, clean shaven, and looked like could use a drink.  There was a look of desperation about him, obviously from he leg that had been stolen.  The replacement leg chugged with a fly wheels and gears, yet there was a hiding pool of oil from somewhere.

“You need to find my leg,” he said.  The contract said his name was Kenneth.

“When did you see it last?”  I asked, deadpan.

“When I woke up this morning, it was gone.”

“Deal with gnomes, dwarves or steamers?”  I asked, hoping to find some connection.

“Who don’t deal with steamers in this city?”

Ken had a point.  “Ken, I need you to relax and think—“

“Kenneth,” he said.

I gritted my teeth.  One of those kinds of guys.  “Alright, Kenneth, please relax and head home.  I will contact—“

“How will you know how to contact—“

I tapped the vellum rolled up in my right hand.  “This.  You and I have a connection now.  At any time, I can walk right o where you are.  And, you could do the same.  I suggest you don’t, unless I contact you and tell you too.”

“You will find my leg, please I need it.”

I plastered on my best smile.  “Kenneth, I promise, I will find it.  Relax, go home and spend time with your daughter.”

He sneered at me.  “How did you know I have a daughter?”

I shrugged.  “Lucky guess.”  I really wanted him to leave.  He wanted me to find a leg, something that he should have felt gone the moment it was taken.  Instead, he had probably cobbled together some kind of steamer contraption.  This will only be a great day.

“What in the Hell is going on?” Mick shouted from inside the pub.  “Johnnie, what are—“

I saw him coming towards the door, the shotgun in hand.  I looked over and Kenneth was galumphing up the steps with his thump crash thump crash gait.  I opened the door and gave him a smile.  “Mick, don’t worry, was just making a deal.  I can leave your—“

“Not until you clean up that oil,” Mick said, pointing at the pool of oil that Kenneth had left.  I looked at the Fae and the Fae looked at me.  For a moment, I thought about telling him to go spin.  Then, I remembered the contract that Kenneth had signed about getting an hourly wage.  “Get a mop and bucket.”

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