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Dang Cameo Appearances

Kevin looked up at the power plant.  Soaring hundreds of feet above the city, the floating island provided power for the entire state of New York.  It was an amazing site.  Waterfalls of pure green energy fell from the island, splashing down into the reactors on the ground, generating power from both the kinetic and mystical energies of the rivers.

“Uh, Kevin,” Atheara mumbled next to him.

No.  There was no more chocolate.  She had eaten it all.  All of it.  Every bit of freakin’ chocolate in the whole state of New York!

“Yeah,” the detective replied.

“You know our ogre?”

“Yeah,” Kevin chuckled, “The one that got his butt whooped by the troll?  Man that was one hell of a fight.”

“He’s dead,” the fairy responded matter-of-factly.

The platform on which they were standing began to lift them up to the power plant, “Dead!?  How?  That troll didn’t beat him that bad.”

“Well, see … same as our dwarf,” Atheara moved the reports around on the holographic image in front of her.  “The gore-bots found that our dwarf died of loss of blood to the brain.  His heart stopped for no reason.  Curse scans have come up empty.  Our ogre is the same.  He just kicked over in the jail.”

The platform stopped and they stepped off in front of a skinny young man with nervous hair, “Hello detectives,” he said while handing Kevin a pair of headphones.

“You’ll be needing those sir,” the young man tapped his own set, “Matching pair.”

“Okay, so let’s see the victim here,” Kevin nodded.

“Yeah, sure,” the young man nodded, leading them toward the interior of the power plant.

As they passed several uniformed police officers directing gore-bots and talking with workers, Kevin had to pause momentarily to look at the heart of the plant.  There, in the center, were four blue columns of gleaming mystical energy.  Drifting happily around the columns were the most beautiful women Kevin had ever seen.  They sang into golden cones toward the columns and as their voices struck the energy, glowing gold and silver symbols appeared in the viscous ether.  The symbols would then dissolve, leaving the energy green and ready for processing.

It was amazing.

The music their voices created was enchanting, enticing and more lovely than any sound Kevin had ever heard … even with the earmuffs.  It was no wonder sailors would sail to their deaths hearing their songs.  Leaning on the rail, watching the enchantresses sing to the energy, the detective noticed something just down the rail from him.

“Oh that’s soooo cute!” Atheara gasped.

Two miniature dragons sat on the railing, watching the sirens.  One was purple with golden antler-like horns and the other was pink with silvery horns.  Their tails were intertwined and they were watching the women with the same interest people would watch opera singers.

“Leave ’em alone Atheara,” Kevin snickered.  He felt a case of diabetes developing from how sweet the sight was.

“So our victim ..?” Kevin asked.

“Security contractor,” the nervous man answered.  “We hired him to make sure our security was up to snuff.  Then he just … died.”

Stopping by the crime scene, Kevin knelt by the body of a tall, white-haired man, “Got anything Atheara?”

Looking at the hologram projecting from the PC on her wrist, she shuffled a few files around, “London McCray.  Owner of Immovable Wall Security.  They provide security systems and personnel to …”

“Personnel?” Kevin asked, blinking.  Like rent-a-cops?

“Already on it …” the fairy said smiling.

Grabbing a gore-bot that drifted by, Kevin checked its preliminary findings.  Same as before, no sign of injury.  London had simply died.

“Fraaphknot works for Immovable Wall Security,” Atheara noted.

Kevin stood up, dusting himself off, “But I can’t believe that troll is smart enough to figure out how to kill someone without pounding them into goo.”  The singing of the women in the back was distracting.

“No, but he knew this victim,” Atheara said, shaking a scattering of pink particles out of her hair.

Singing … singing …

That was it!

“Atheara,” Kevin grabbed her, “Check if the ogre had a PC.  Then have them check the records, but warn them not to listen to anything.”

“Why?” the fairy closed her holograms with a confused look.

“I need to know where all the registered banshees are in the city,” Kevin responded, quickly heading back to the lift.  “But I’m still missing a motive …”

Why would someone kill a dwarven jeweler, a security business owner and a big ogre with a long rap sheet?  The only connection was the troll who worked for the security company and who beat up the ogre.  But that didn’t explain the jeweler … how did it all fit together?

“Hey, let’s stop at the Stop-and-Rob on the way back,” Atheara said as they climbed into the squad car.  “I need some chocolate.”

Dang fairies.


Of Gnomes and Trolls – Cameo

Ruadhrí peeked over the ridge one more time, counting the number of soldiers blocking the road.  One, two …too many.  They would have to go around.

“Well your High-and-mightyness,” the old dwarf sighed, sitting down on the ground, “We’re gonna have ‘ta go North to take the Vilhelm Pass.  Can’t get through down there.”

Shaking her head from the back of the pony, the young woman kept her chin up, “No, we’ll take Hydra Pass.”

“Are you daft!?” Ruadhrí barked in exasperation, “That path changes constantly.  We can’t be goin’ there or we’ll be lost fer months!”

The dwarven baker looked up at the huge troll Fraaphknot who seemed to be counting something on his fingers.  He would bring two together, separate them, hold one up, hold all five together … over and over the monster’s beady eyes watched his fingers until suddenly they stopped.

He was holding up his middle finger to Ruadhrí.

“Oh hardy har!” the dwarf rolled his eyes.

“How dare you!” Caoilinn gasped.

A small voice answered from the trees, “I bet she says that a lot, but he means to take the middle path.”

Looking up, Ruadhrí saw a small dragon perched in the tree under which they were sitting.  He was the gleaming color of an amethyst, maybe three feet long and had a golden, antler-like horn (the other was broken off).  It was a fey dragon!

“Oh!” the princess squealed, “He’s so cute!  Get him for me!”

Fraaphknot rolled his eyes while Ruadhrí rubbed the bridge of his nose between his eyes, “Ya don’t just ‘get’ a fey dragon lass.  Seein’ one is good luck.  Catchin’ one is really bad luck.”

“And we’re extremely venomous,” the little dragon added, smiling a toothy grin.  “I would suggest the bunny trail myself.  Vilhelm is much safer.”

A fat, green caterpillar slowly made its way along the branch toward the little dragon.  Cocking his head slightly, watching the insect for a moment, the diminutive wrym snapped out and gobbled up the bug.

Then spit it out.

Scrapping his tongue with his back leg, the little dragon hacked and gagged, “Gah!  It’s … like … like … black licorice and toe jam!  Bleh!”

“Disgusting!” Caoilinn gasped.

The troll snickered while the little dragon ran back and forth along the branch, dragging his tongue on the bark.  Hacking and coughing, he scraped his tongue on the branch, trying to get the rancid flavor of the bug out of his mouth.

Fraaphknot laughed loudly, stunning Ruadhrí.  It was impossible!  The troll didn’t have a personality!

Watching the nonsense with saucer-eyes, the old dwarf mumbled, “That’s two votes and one tongue drag for Vilhelm’s Pass and two votes for the Hydra’s Pass.”

Watching the little dragon roll around and fall off the branch into the bushes, Ruadhrí shook his head, “The tongue drag and spaz attack is the tie breaker.  We go north!”

Mounting his pony in front of the princess, the old dwarf took one last look at the choking, hacking little dragon.  Who would have thought that little dragon had saved the kingdom only a year ago?

As they rode north, Ruadhrí smiled to himself.  There was another reason he wanted to take Vilhelm Pass.

Erin would be at the Stumble Inn at the entrance to the pass.  A perfect nanny for Ruadhrí’s riding companion.

Yes, that little purple dragon was Dink from my first book.  He gets to make cameo appearances in pretty much everything I write.


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