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- Susan tensed and looked up. “What was that?”
- “An entropy curse,” I muttered.
- “A what?”
- I looked around, struggling to sense where the next surge of magic might
- come from. “Sort of a bad-luck spell. A really, really bad-luck spell.
- Preferred magic for getting rid of someone who annoys you.”
- “Who is doing it?”
- “My guess? Snakeboy. He seems to have some talent, and he could have
- gotten some of my blood to target me with.” I felt another gathering surge
- of energy to my right, and my eyes went to the power lines running
- overhead. “Oh, hell. Run.”
- Susan and I broke into a sprint. As we did, I heard one of the power lines
- snap, cables squealing. The longer end of loose cable flew toward us,
- trailing a cloud of blue and white sparks. It hit the ground somewhere
- behind us.
- My clothes hadn’t yet dried out from Nicodemus’s guest
- accommodations. If it had been raining, the downed power line might have
- killed me. As it was, I felt a vibrating, clenching tingle wash over my legs. I
- almost fell, but managed to get a few more paces away from the sputtering
- line and regained control of my legs.
- I felt another magical strike building, bringing a gust of wind with it, but
- before I could zero in on it Susan shouldered me to one side. I fell to the
- ground just as I heard a loud cracking sound. A branch as thick as my thigh
- slammed to the ground. I looked up to see a strip of bare white bark
- showing along the trunk of the old tree behind my boardinghouse.
- As they did, I felt a sudden thrum of my own magic, prepared months before, raise into a rampart around my home. The curse pulsed again, somewhere outside, and hammered against the barrier, but my protection held. The malevolent energy shattered against it.
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