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Novel (in progress – sample coming soon)<\/p>\n\n\n\n

“Silver, silver, silver everything she was dressing in was silver because magic failed against silver. Hence the nickname for those involved in her profession, \u2018silvers\u2019.”<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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… <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cache stumbled into the One-Eyed Gryphon and Bordy followed her. Typhon, the naga behind the bar waved them over indicating two seats. \u201cWell Silvers, what\u2019ll it be? Looks like it\u2019s taken more out of you than usual. Were you the two that had to deal with Penwryk Lane?\u201d For a man\/snake behind a bar, Typhon seemed to know just about everything going on in Lianarck. Of course, according to him everyone told their bartender everything, so it only seemed apropos. He dropped two full tankards on the bar top and leaned over conspiratorially, \u201cTell me everything.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAnd then she found this bit of crystal of some kind and that was it. Suddenly, the constables showed up in force, boarded up the whole place and then kicked us out. We spent the rest of the afternoon trying to get all of our equipment clean again after that disaster.\u201d Bordy looked up from his latest drunken task which was connecting all of the circles of beer on the countertop with his wetted finger. \u201cYour bar tastes funny.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cCome on Typhon, you know he\u2019s a light weight, stop giving him so much.\u201d Cache leaned forward onto her palms; elbows planted on the bar top. She\u2019d already worked her way through four tankards and maybe it was starting to affect her judgment. Pulling away her right hand she fumbled at her belt and then drew forth the silver cannister. Realizing she\u2019d need both hands, she leaned back and then opened the container and shook its contents onto the bar top. Typhon and Bordy both stared at the curved piece of crystal.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou took-\u201c<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat the hell is that?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cDoesn\u2019t it look like an eggshell?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c\u2014that from the room we cleaned up?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI think I see what you mean, the way it\u2019s shaped.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cBut what the hell has a crystal eggshell?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYou are in so much trouble!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Both Cache and Typhon turned to Bordy, \u201cShut up.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The fine scales on Typhon\u2019s nose wrinkled as he concentrated. \u201cI think the problem here is when does the egg look like this.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHunh?\u201d Cache asked.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Typhon held up a finger and slithered to the other end of the bar, ducked under the pass through built for him and continued to the far corner of the bar where he leaned over the table. Cache could see his blonde head bobbing up and down in conversation with one of the occupants.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Bordy pointed a wavering finger in her general direction and stated, \u201cYou are going to regret this.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

In response, Cache tapped the top of her tankard on his. \u201cYou are going to regret that. I guarantee it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At the end of the exchange, Typhon slid over with a tall gangly man in a leather coat. \u201cHave a look at this Meecer. He\u2019s good at,\u201d Typhon hesitated for a moment, \u201cidentifying things. What do you make of that?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Unsure of how to respond to that introduction, Cache looked at Typhon with a raised eyebrow. The stranger made a grab for the shell and Cache caught his hand before he touched it. \u201cBarkeep said look. Didn\u2019t say touch.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Meecer scowled at her but bent closer instead to consider the crystal piece. He brought his hand up to his face covering his mouth. His dark eyes went back and forth between Typhon and Cache. Bordy he ignored. Finally, he dropped his hand. \u201cWhat you have here,\u201d he stated, \u201cIs something you never find. This is a phoenix egg shard. Not just any phoenix egg bit though, but one that was broken right before birth and yet still didn\u2019t burn away into ash in the conflagration of the phoenix\u2019s birth. That should be impossible.\u201d His gaze once again shifted between Cache and Typhon. \u201cThis is worth a truly stupid amount of gold\u2014\u201d Then he spied the silver cannister at the edge of the table and took a swift step backward, \u201cUnless, of course this is contaminated, then it\u2019s a crime for you to even have it out of that cannister if you knew what it was.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cache slapped the shard back into the container and slid it off the table. \u201cThat was never here.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Meecer looked at her and chewed on his lip. He wanted the shard, wanted it bad. But since it was contaminated, the only way he could sell it was with the knowledge and Cache would make it known that there was a polluted piece out there. Then Meecer put it all together, \u201cSilvers. Unholy Conuntada, are you that stupid or that drunk? Shit, I can\u2019t even be here. Typhon if you have any mind left, turn them out. Get them out of here. That\u2019s a nightmare right here in your bar if anyone hears about what they have.\u201d With that, Meecer turned and ran out of the bar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Typhon sighed and hung his head. When he looked up, he said, \u201cYou two need to leave. Leave now. Take your time coming back. I like you, but I don\u2019t like anyone that much.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Standing on the bridge over the creek just down from the bar, Bordy glared at Cache. Then he walked up and jabbed her with a finger. \u201cYou are out of your damn mind. How could you even think about doing that? How could you do that? You\u2019ll lose your certification. Shit, I\u2019ll lose my certification for even being associated with you.\u201d He reached out to her and pushed her away from him. \u201cThree years. Three years we\u2019ve worked together. You\u2019re a good partner. I trust\u2014I trusted you. You work hard. You\u2019re always there for me and now this? No, no, no you don\u2019t say anything. Just stay away from me. I don\u2019t even know any more. Gods, Cache, how could you?\u201d Then he\u2019d turned from her and strode angrily off into the darkness. All she could do was watch him go.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Cache hung herself over the edge of the wooden bridge railing. She felt like losing everything that she\u2019d drunk into the swirling water belong. Felt like emptying herself out, in the hopes that maybe she could start over again, but this action was rather final. Pulling out the cannister she looked at it again. She unscrewed the lid and considered the phoenix eggshell within just visible in the light of the waning Moon. Right now, she could drop it. Let it fall into the water and be washed away. But someone would find it eventually and then she would be responsible for letting a piece of contaminated material out into the world. She screwed the cap back on and considered it again. Her head went round and round in her panic. Then a clatter of hooves sounded behind her as a carriage came up to the bridge and rolled to a stop.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSilver Prin Cachendra, the Marquise\u2019s men would like a word with you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her hand unclenched nervelessly as she turned slowly about. Out of the corner of her eye she saw the silver cannister fall towards the darkness below the bridge. After she\u2019d gone through all of that, how could she lose it now? On the other hand, she certainly didn\u2019t want to be questioned with stolen evidence on her person. Cache risked a quick glance over her shoulder. There it was. The cylinder had fallen into the mud near the base of the bridge. She could come back for it. In that second though, two sets of leather gloves caught her shoulders and pulled her back from the edge.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They turned her around to face a man in the voluminous black cape. The imperial crest shone on his garment. \u201cWhat\u2019s so bad that you\u2019d think about jumping Prin? Could be something we could help you with.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cJust felt sick,\u201d she mumbled, unwilling to meet his gaze.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMaybe about something you did?\u201d he questioned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

She looked at his boots instead. Handmade of fine leather, they carried a shine that spoke of time spent polishing. Time she was certain he hadn\u2019t spent. She was very tempted to see if she could spew on those pretty boots, but her stomach was being uncooperative. \u201cJust drinking, Sir.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His leather glove, of a great deal finer cut than those that held her shoulders caught her under the chin forcing her face up. Cache blinked at him. She\u2019d never seen him before, but she certainly didn\u2019t travel in the circles that he did. His sharp blue eyes gazed at her assessing. Then he nodded once and let go of her. \u201cPut her in the back boys. Maybe she\u2019ll be more talkative when we let the professionals talk to her.\u201d With that, they hustled her around to the back of the carriage and opening the gate on the rear tossed her within onto the horse blankets there. Then they were off, the bouncing of the carriage thumping her head slightly with each rut in the road.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The lanterns were very bright when they led her into the building. In the brief moments between being hustled out of the carriage, into an alley and through a stone arch, Cache was unable to see any familiar landmark. They had her and she had no idea where she was. The only thing in her favor was she didn\u2019t have anything incriminating on her. The two men, whose faces remained concealed in the darkness of the hoods they wore had taken her to a small stone cell with a single wooden chair and seated her there. A single shuttered lamp threw a dim illumination about her. Cache could smell the straw scattered on the floor. At least they hadn\u2019t bound her.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

When she\u2019d sat there long enough for her head to stop bobbling, a hatch slid open in the ceiling revealing a grate through which fell additional light. Blinking in the sudden illumination, Cache shifted in her seat to look upward. A shadow fell across her as a pair of boot soles walked across the grate. \u201cI see you are still awake. That\u2019s good. Cache, we need you to answer some questions for us and then you can go. I am sure you are tired, and it\u2019s been quite a day, so let\u2019s make this as efficient as possible.\u201d The shadow stopped pacing overhead. \u201cTell me about the room you cleaned today.\u201d She was silent, still looking upward at her questioner. \u201cCome now Cache, you work for the Constabulary, so you work for our Lord and Protector Anton di Bredekis, Marquise of Lianarck. So, when I ask you a question, I am merely doing it for him.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sighing, Cache realized it didn\u2019t matter at all if her captors were from the Marquise or not. All she\u2019d done was clean up the scene of a death. They\u2019d either find out from her or else they would track down Bordy and ask the same questions. Better that she do it, here and now. \u201cFine, I\u2019ll tell you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Her interrogator ran her through the story several times until he felt that she\u2019d related everything, which she had with the exception of the eggshell. She kept waiting for it, that question, but it never came. Eventually, the grate slid shut. She heard the footsteps overhead moving off and they her in the dim cell. At what point she did fall asleep she couldn\u2019t say but when she fell out of the chair, she simply rolled over into the hay and continued to slumber. Waking eventually, she stumbled to the door and found it unlocked. Lurching through a series of narrow dark alleys, she found herself in daylight, in an unrecognizable part of Lianarck. She was free, she was alive and somewhat stunned.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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