Two days until a serial killer marches into Agedale. Let the countdown begin…
Joy’s fae uncle will stop at nothing to use her Bound Powers to raise the dead. The only thing that will hold him back is a shield pumped full of enough power to wipe out a city. But even with allies and Joy’s fledgling power, can they hold their own against a man prepared to do any dark deed to achieve his goal?
Dire Magic is the third book in the Pride and Joy urban fantasy series full of magic, murder, and sinister supernaturals. This novella bridges the events of Bound Powers and Black Spells.
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Pride
Gabi’s dad was already waiting outside Macy’s Teashop, their would-be battleground when Gabi and the coven—and Todd, Joy’s absentee father, and her secret younger sister, Hope—reached the road at the top. His green canvas jacket was as battered as ever and his black hair wind-messed. Gabi felt the ache in her chest ease up and she walked straighter. She was the daughter of Bo and Clover Pride. She could do this.
Never mind that a voice in the back of her head said she was going to fail, no matter how hard she tried. Insidious, that voice, and it would never be silenced. But one look at Joy, at the coven at Gabi’s back, and she shoved those fears aside. Failure or not, she had to try. She couldn’t just let Charles march into town and hurt them again. Hurt Joy again.
Inside the teashop it smelled of vanilla beans and peppermint. It was as good a meeting ground as any; it hunched in the centre of town and it was neutral territory, owned by a collective made up by members of every supernatural community in Agedale. Gabi sloughed off her bag by the wall, scanning the room. Two exits—the other through a back room and into the narrow strip of a path behind the shop. Checked green curtains hung in the windows and matching tablecloths on the square tables jostled for room, frills on all of them. Gabi nodded, satisfied it would work for the meeting, and after thanking the owner, she set about arranging the furniture into one big table in the middle. The others helped, and both the exertion of dragging tables and chairs and having her dad and Joy beside her cleared her head of the rest of her worries.
Less than ten minutes until they arrived. The fae lords and the elven elders and, if Gabi was very lucky, the witches. Gabi had to convince them to work together despite centuries-old vendettas, to shore up Agedale with witchcraft and magic to keep out Charles, Joy’s cruel and power-hungry uncle. To stop his army of corrupted elves from sweeping in and taking more victims. The coven couldn’t face them alone—it would be a sure death.
Whether this worked or not, Gabi had to try.
Gabi’s dad was already waiting outside Macy’s Teashop, their would-be battleground when Gabi and the coven—and Todd, Joy’s absentee father, and her secret younger sister, Hope—reached the road at the top. His green canvas jacket was as battered as ever and his black hair wind-messed. Gabi felt the ache in her chest ease up and she walked straighter. She was the daughter of Bo and Clover Pride. She could do this.
Never mind that a voice in the back of her head said she was going to fail, no matter how hard she tried. Insidious, that voice, and it would never be silenced. But one look at Joy, at the coven at Gabi’s back, and she shoved those fears aside. Failure or not, she had to try. She couldn’t just let Charles march into town and hurt them again. Hurt Joy again.
Inside the teashop it smelled of vanilla beans and peppermint. It was as good a meeting ground as any; it hunched in the centre of town and it was neutral territory, owned by a collective made up by members of every supernatural community in Agedale. Gabi sloughed off her bag by the wall, scanning the room. Two exits—the other through a back room and into the narrow strip of a path behind the shop. Checked green curtains hung in the windows and matching tablecloths on the square tables jostled for room, frills on all of them. Gabi nodded, satisfied it would work for the meeting, and after thanking the owner, she set about arranging the furniture into one big table in the middle. The others helped, and both the exertion of dragging tables and chairs and having her dad and Joy beside her cleared her head of the rest of her worries.
Less than ten minutes until they arrived. The fae lords and the elven elders and, if Gabi was very lucky, the witches. Gabi had to convince them to work together despite centuries-old vendettas, to shore up Agedale with witchcraft and magic to keep out Charles, Joy’s cruel and power-hungry uncle. To stop his army of corrupted elves from sweeping in and taking more victims. The coven couldn’t face them alone—it would be a sure death.
Whether this worked or not, Gabi had to try.