Wednesday Words: Here There Be Dragons

So…the theme of the week is “Mythical Creatures.” Hrmmmm…. Do I have any of those lurking around my books or WIPs? Why, yes. How about that! Since Nikos was featured in yesterday’s Tuesday Treats, I thought I’d share today’s snippet from THAT OL’ BLACK MAGIC. This is the first meeting between Sade and Nikos, in a restaurant in New Orleans. As a set-up, Sade is there investigating the murder of an important magick. She’s just read a text message from her godfather, the master vampire Mathias, to drop the case. Thes snippet opens with her spoken response to his order…
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“The hell you say, you fangy sonavabitch.”

“I beg your pardon?”

Sade looked up from her phone. And up some more. The man standing at her table put a crick in her neck. His pale blue eyes flashed silver in the golden lights of the chandelier above her table. That same fixture cast a soft halo around him and she had to squint to get a better look. His close-cropped hair was of indiscriminate color and he wore his expensive suit like a second skin.

She really wished Caleb was with her. He’d sniff out the magick’s flavor in a heartbeat. Or Roman. Roman was older than dirt. Hell, Roman was dirt. Or granite. Same thing.

Emeralds set in a buffed, silver metal—platinum if Sade had to guess—sparked at the magick’s cuffs. A watch that probably cost six-months’ worth of her salary gleamed on his right wrist. Impeccable. If she had to describe him in one word, that would be it. Impeccable. And sexy. Oh, mama, the man was that.

His full lips curled into a knowing smile and his eyes narrowed almost imperceptibly as he gazed at her. “I hope you were not speaking to me. I am neither fangy nor a son of a bitch.”

Eric appeared with an ice bucket and stand, making a show of setting it beside the table and decanting the champagne. Sade watched with one brow arched before turning a lazy gaze toward the man still standing expectantly.

“What flavor are you?”

His eyes narrowed as he stared down at her and a layer of his sophistication slipped slightly. Nikos briefly wondered if he’d made a mistake. Then her emerald green eyes snapped and he knew she was most definitely something beyond normal experience, even for the Drakon of the Kholkikos Clan.

“Nikolas Constantine. May I join you?”

“Sade Marquis. No, you may not.”

Her voice vibrated through him and the small mark at the corner of her mouth beckoned him with each word. Ignoring her denial, he pulled out a chair and sat.

“Seriously? What part of no do you not understand?”

“Your steak is getting cold, Sade.”

“That’s Special Agent Marquis to you.” She put her palm on the table and when she moved her hand, her badge case flipped open to her ID. “FBI.”

If he’d been standing he would have backpedaled a few steps. He’d been so enthralled by her looks the import of her name had blown over him like a cloud playing peek-a-boo with the sun. Even more intrigued now, he leaned forward, holding her gaze.

“What brings the infamous Special Agent Sade Marquis of the FBI to New Orleans?”

Her mouth thinned and her chin raised a fraction. “Official business. And you haven’t answered my question.”

“What question would that be?”

“What are you, Nikolas Constantine?”
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This is the book that started it all–the first case in the Penumbra Papers. And now I have the urge to go back and reread it, even though I wrote it. What about y’all? Are you tempted? And if you haven’t read this book, you need to. Seriously! Just click on the title and go grab it. It’s available wide. Writers? Any mythical characters to share? Readers, what’s your favorite mythical critter?

About Silver James

I like walks on the wild side and coffee. Lots of coffee. Warning: My Muse runs with scissors. Author of several award-winning series--Moonstruck, Nightriders MC, The Penumbra Papers, and Red Dirt Royalty (Harlequin Desire) & other books! Purveyor of magic, mystery, mayhem and romance. Lots and lots of romance.
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2 Responses to Wednesday Words: Here There Be Dragons

  1. I second that – seriously, people, you need to read this book! It’s filled with awesome.

    Mythical creatures… hmm… Nothing in the Jeni Braxxon books. Loads in the genie books, but you’ve already read those… Okay, here’s a bit of my super-unedited Untitled Fantasy…

    “You said we had to use our skills to save the people of this land. Who better than the people of Northunder?”
    “But you have no way of knowing if your sight showed you what has gone before or what lies ahead. I cannot permit you to run off on the chance you could stop this. Neither of you are ready.”
    “We’re leaving, Captain. You can either help us or you can get out of our way,” Lyra said. “But you can’t stop us.”
    “We may not be ready to stop whatever did this–”
    “A dragon. You’re talking about facing a dragon, lad. It will kill you both and then have you for a midday snack.”
    He swept past her words. They meant nothing to him at that moment. “Even if we aren’t ready and it is a dragon, if we get there before it does, we can get the people out. We can send them to the hills to hide. If they have enough time, they could make it to the city or to the shore. All of those people don’t have to die.”
    “They may already be dead, lad.”
    “Then we’ll know and be able to send an alert back here. We know where the mists will break first. The King can mass the available mages.”
    Vere’s pale face reddened.
    “What?” Lyra asked. Then her face paled as she seemed to understand. “Oh gods, no.”
    Then it was his turn to ask “What?”
    Lyra stepped toward the Captain. “The King has no available mages, does he? We’re it.”

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