Genesis (The Legend of Glory Book 3) by Devin O'Branagan Page A
Authors: Devin O'Branagan
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his chin. “Well, at least we’ll go down in a blaze of glory.”
“Epic fail,” Raven said.
Hallie whined.
Just call us Team Bummer.
* * *
The James family’s organic dairy operation fortuitously provided us with a lot of ice cream—a remarkable thing during the famine. The post-pandemic famine had struck hard since last year because there was hardly anyone available to harvest fields, and even now supply lines were still in disarray. In September, when my mom joined my sister in scientific research down in Arizona, she left me a lot of money. However, without products to buy, money didn’t count for much.
That said, we ate a lot of ice cream now. I focused on the fact it was organic, rich in calcium, and sweetened with honey. I chose to ignore the downside. The mind’s ability to rationalize was a wonderful thing. Yes, milk, cheese, and butter were also available, but ice cream offered more comfort.
Dominic worried about all of us and had now become our cook. Despite good intentions, my domestic skills left a lot to be desired, and his chef’s hat came in handy.
Attached to the house Dominic had purchased was a small greenhouse where the previous farmers started seedlings prior to the spring plant. Dominic used it throughout the winter to grow what produce he could to keep us nourished. Last fall we had harvested apples from the orchard and preserved them. As far as meat went, none of us could bring ourselves to kill anything besides fish from the river. Perhaps we were wimps, but when you had sacrificed as much as our little group did in order to preserve life, it made it hard to watch the life drain out of the eyes of other earthbound creatures. Feeding Hallie was our greatest challenge, but she fared well on cooked fish, eggs from Dominic’s small laying brood, pumpkin, potatoes, and random fruit and vegetables.
We fared better in this crisis than most, and I was grateful.
I sat at the kitchen table with Sasha and Raven, chowing down on ice cream while Dominic cooked dinner. We ignored his disapproving glances, all determined to soothe our emotional and physical wounds. The source of our misery, Lailah, perched on a stool next to the kitchen’s island, which suppressed our unspoken need to bitch about her.
Hallie lay under the table giving us all the stink-eye for not sharing. Her bright blue eyes were clear, her long blue merle coat shone, and her nails looked good. Resident groomer, Sasha, loved to pamper our intrepid canine companion. The attention did help diminish Hallie’s loneliness—my dad had been her heart person. To complicate Hallie’s emotions, recently she had suffered the loss of a Border Collie friend when he found a new home. We all worked hard to lift her spirits. “But you still can’t have any ice cream,” I told her.
She sighed.
“That’s an extraordinary dog,” Lailah said.
I nodded. Hallie had kept me from bleeding to death after a car crash, almost died trying to rescue me from drowning, stared down a demon puppy from Hell, fought off monsters, and helped to save the world. Extraordinary indeed.
“The elbow is the strongest part of the body,” Lailah said. “If you’re close enough to use it in a fight, don’t hesitate.”
No rest for the weary , I thought.
“Is all this hand-to-hand combat going to protect us from demons?” Raven asked her.
“When demons take physical form they’re subject to most physical laws, although they are stronger than humans. Fighting can distract them so you can subdue with holy water, or bind their powers with salt, iron, or blessed objects.” Lailah paused. “You also have to be ready to protect yourself from humans. The New World Order has nefarious plans for the human race. Worse than the pandemic.”
That bit of news snapped me right to attention. “What are they going to do next?”
Both Lailah and Sasha slowly shook their heads in what I had come to recognize as the
“Epic fail,” Raven said.
Hallie whined.
Just call us Team Bummer.
* * *
The James family’s organic dairy operation fortuitously provided us with a lot of ice cream—a remarkable thing during the famine. The post-pandemic famine had struck hard since last year because there was hardly anyone available to harvest fields, and even now supply lines were still in disarray. In September, when my mom joined my sister in scientific research down in Arizona, she left me a lot of money. However, without products to buy, money didn’t count for much.
That said, we ate a lot of ice cream now. I focused on the fact it was organic, rich in calcium, and sweetened with honey. I chose to ignore the downside. The mind’s ability to rationalize was a wonderful thing. Yes, milk, cheese, and butter were also available, but ice cream offered more comfort.
Dominic worried about all of us and had now become our cook. Despite good intentions, my domestic skills left a lot to be desired, and his chef’s hat came in handy.
Attached to the house Dominic had purchased was a small greenhouse where the previous farmers started seedlings prior to the spring plant. Dominic used it throughout the winter to grow what produce he could to keep us nourished. Last fall we had harvested apples from the orchard and preserved them. As far as meat went, none of us could bring ourselves to kill anything besides fish from the river. Perhaps we were wimps, but when you had sacrificed as much as our little group did in order to preserve life, it made it hard to watch the life drain out of the eyes of other earthbound creatures. Feeding Hallie was our greatest challenge, but she fared well on cooked fish, eggs from Dominic’s small laying brood, pumpkin, potatoes, and random fruit and vegetables.
We fared better in this crisis than most, and I was grateful.
I sat at the kitchen table with Sasha and Raven, chowing down on ice cream while Dominic cooked dinner. We ignored his disapproving glances, all determined to soothe our emotional and physical wounds. The source of our misery, Lailah, perched on a stool next to the kitchen’s island, which suppressed our unspoken need to bitch about her.
Hallie lay under the table giving us all the stink-eye for not sharing. Her bright blue eyes were clear, her long blue merle coat shone, and her nails looked good. Resident groomer, Sasha, loved to pamper our intrepid canine companion. The attention did help diminish Hallie’s loneliness—my dad had been her heart person. To complicate Hallie’s emotions, recently she had suffered the loss of a Border Collie friend when he found a new home. We all worked hard to lift her spirits. “But you still can’t have any ice cream,” I told her.
She sighed.
“That’s an extraordinary dog,” Lailah said.
I nodded. Hallie had kept me from bleeding to death after a car crash, almost died trying to rescue me from drowning, stared down a demon puppy from Hell, fought off monsters, and helped to save the world. Extraordinary indeed.
“The elbow is the strongest part of the body,” Lailah said. “If you’re close enough to use it in a fight, don’t hesitate.”
No rest for the weary , I thought.
“Is all this hand-to-hand combat going to protect us from demons?” Raven asked her.
“When demons take physical form they’re subject to most physical laws, although they are stronger than humans. Fighting can distract them so you can subdue with holy water, or bind their powers with salt, iron, or blessed objects.” Lailah paused. “You also have to be ready to protect yourself from humans. The New World Order has nefarious plans for the human race. Worse than the pandemic.”
That bit of news snapped me right to attention. “What are they going to do next?”
Both Lailah and Sasha slowly shook their heads in what I had come to recognize as the
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