Michael Davis
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5
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Maharet sat on an overturned plastic five gallon bucket and listened as Bael filled her in on Six’s discovery. The garden was coming along nicely and she had reached a good stopping point anyway. The vines were doing particularly well, even if they did tend to try and consume the local wildlife when she wasn’t looking. “So you think all this was planned? That someone had you summoned on purpose?” Maharet asked. “Yes, and no.” Bael paced back and forth between the raised beds of the…-
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Bael swore up and down that he had no idea what everyone was talking about. It was a chance he was lying, or there had been some mistake. But it was impossible to know for sure either way. In the end Six decided that her best course of action was to try and independently verify the information. And for that she would need books. Lots of books. The bell over the door rang as she entered and the effect of her presence in the bookshop was immediate. Granny looked up in surprise as a rabid copy of Cujo…
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In the back room of the Arms of the Angels adoption agency Zephyr was strumming on his acoustic guitar and eating Doritos with chopsticks. He hated the orange flavor dust that coated his fingers but couldn't get enough of the salty tangy chips. There was nothing like them in heaven. (Processed foods were not allowed beyond the pearly gates. They had strawberries that could make a poet blush, water finer than wine, but sometimes you really just wanted a Twinkie.) On the walls around him were photos of the…
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“We need to find a tutor for Six.” Bael said when he got home. “According to her transcripts Mike hasn’t taken her to school for over two years. I lied and said she had been homeschooled but that just buys us time.” “Who do you suggest?” Maharet asked from her chair in the living room. “We’ve only got a week to get her caught up before the school year starts.” “I was thinking we could bring in a specialist.” Bael mused. “Someone from down below. There have to be plenty of…
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The next day Bael went over to Saint Drogo’s to enroll Six in classes. He always held catholic monasteries in great regards as places of learning. They had helped preserve classic works of literature during the dark ages along with countless pieces of ancient knowledge ranging from metalwork to mathematics. Of course he never could understand why they then decided to decorate those priceless books with drawings of snails. It was an odd but true fact that scribbled in the margins of those books…
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“Bael, are you keeping secrets from your wife?” Maharet asked. “Because I didn't get a greeting like that when I walked in.” “Neither did I.” Six pouted between bites of freshly baked bread. “What was all that about an apocalypse?” “I'm not entirely sure what happened there.” Bael admitted. He was on a lot of committees including the one for Armageddon Preparation and Planning so it was hard to keep track of all his duties. He called up his black book from hell with a pop and shuffled…
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“I can't believe you ordered chicken nuggets at Harrows.” Maharet said as she got out of the jeep. Bael offered his hand for stability. But he need not have worried. Even wearing six inch ivory stilettos she was as steady footed on the cobblestones as a mountain goat. Today she had chosen to ditch the Mom jeans and wear something more elegant. Her perfectly fitted off the shoulder dress was made of the finest silk in a color that could only be described as envy green. There was a slit along the left…
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Murphy showed up later that day looking much better. Where he went or how he managed to repair himself remained a mystery. However the plume of smoke rising from the direction of the local junkyard might have had something to do with it. Bael was sitting on the front porch reading a book and watching Maharet toil in the garden. Every time she bent over to pick something up he took a moment to appreciate the view. His daughter was off somewhere causing mischief but he didn't hear any police sirens so…
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From her car across the street Cherry watched the house with quiet terror. At first she assumed Maharet was alone but when she spotted Bael-Sharoth it became apparent that her days on Earth were numbered. Barons didn't come up from hell for no reason. Lilah must have called in a favor. There was also a human child. But when Cherry inspected the girl with her magical senses she gasped. A powerful spell hid the true nature of the creature. No doubt the “child” was here to act as their spy. If the…
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Breakfast was becoming a regular tradition in the Sharoth household. Titan dropped this morning’s copy of the Forgotten Times next to Bael and curled up under the table to watch for any falling scraps of bacon. He quite liked bacon. The Chef was getting more and more adept at cooking in his ghostly form now that he wasn't wasting energy on pointless window rattling. Maharet drank her coffee from a white ceramic mug decorated with multicolor pastel hearts, having decided that it wasn't worth the risk to…
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