![]() Whatever it is, it's big.īracing myself for murder or a new job, I unlocked the door and stepped back, my sword half-drawn. My rings rang and vacillated, reading the flow of whatever was behind the door. Instead, I touched the door, spreading the fingers of my right hand against smooth iron. The peephole in the middle of the door was black, no light spilling through. I lifted it down, chucked the blade free with my thumb against the guard. I hitched up my jeans, then reached over and curled my fingers around the sword hanging on the wall. The lines of Power wedded to my front door twirled uneasily. My rings flashed, a drift of green sparks snapping and popping down my fingers. Then I hauled myself up off the red threadbare carpet and padded barefoot out into the hallway. "Interesting," I said, gooseflesh rippling up my back. ![]() ![]() The Devil card pulsed, landing atop a pile of flat runestones. The amber ring on my left middle finger sparked. I turned over a card, my lacquered fingernails scraping. I'd just settled down to a long afternoon of watching the holovid soaps and doing a little divination, spreading the cards and runes out on the hank of blue silk I'd laid out, when there was a bashing on my door that shook the walls. ![]() My working relationship with Lucifer began on a rainy Monday. ![]()
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