The Storyteller's Corner is a reader-supported publication. To receive new posts and support my work, consider becoming a free or paid subscriber. When he pulled up to the curb in front of the address Velis had given him previously, Crick felt a small twinge of uncertainty. Had he gotten the address wrong? The house he found himself looking at through his passenger side door’s window was a pleasant ranch-style domicile, quite wide from one end to the other, with three vehicles parked in its driveway, and an open garage door revealing a fair amount of professional-grade workout equipment housed within. He realized he had the right place when Velis came out the front door, her sister and her husband visible just behind her in the entryway of the house. She wore a heavy purple hooded Vikings sweater over plain black jeans and combat boots, and much to his own surprise, Crick found himself appreciating the obvious placement of a sheathed long knife clipped to her waist on her left hip. He liked seeing that she made no bones about letting the world know that she would brook no trouble, physically. Velis smiled and waved to him as she approached down the driveway, hooking her way around to his car and clambering in a moment later.
Thank you, David. This is one of the very few 'urban fantasy' works I've ever written, as most of my fantasy material is 'high fantasy' or 'sword and sorcery' material (my Tamalarian Tales work), and easily one of my favorite projects to have written the last few years.
Neat stuff. The fantastic and the realistic sit cheek-by-jowl in your work.
Thank you, David. This is one of the very few 'urban fantasy' works I've ever written, as most of my fantasy material is 'high fantasy' or 'sword and sorcery' material (my Tamalarian Tales work), and easily one of my favorite projects to have written the last few years.