Mightiest of Swords (The Inkwell Trilogy Book 1) by Aaron Buchanan Page A
Authors: Aaron Buchanan
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virtually non-existent. I tell some people that I developed my cheerful demeanor from reading Russian literature. Along with my sense of irony. As for looks, they were never something I paid much attention. “I’m awake. You said it’s five? Morning or afternoon?” I asked whomever was listening; my lips and tongue more parched than I realized.
“You’ve been asleep for nearly 36 hours. It’s five p.m. on the 12 th ,” Joy informed me. “We’ve tried taking care of you. Shred has been singing to you ever few hours. It was really sweet. He’s really sweet. I wish I had gotten to know him sooner, Grey.”
“Something to drink, please?” I heard Joy walk over and put a straw to my lips. I sucked. I coughed. I spewed water, some of which undoubtedly landed on Joy. She made no indication or complaint however. It made me wonder if she would always be so patient, so longsuffering. Would she not tire of the life magic would require of her?
I heard tissues being taken out of a nearby tissue box. “Shred’s helping us. As soon as you passed out, he started making calls. He’s even friends with a demon that lives by the Memorial Bridge!”
The SUB—the world’s Seedy Underbelly—a s I applied the term, almost playfully at first, to any dealings that happen in the dark. Eventually, my dad started calling it The SUB, too, likely due to the double entendre of “sub” referring to that which lies beneath the surface . While it was true that many members of The SUB managed to converge with humanity on harmless basis, most of the time, it could be said that something untoward was occurring.
I never saw thy face, but I think upon hell-fire . Henry IV. I’ve never met Shred’s demonic friend, and had never heard from which belief system he had sprouted, but I did know that Shred liked to jam with this one. And if anyone knew what he was doing, it was him. In fact, I’d be surprised if said demon had not, somehow, shown up on some of Shred’s recordings.
Shred had released some albums with his band in the late 80’s and early 90’s, then spent the next decade touring. Al the while, he amassed a fortune that he rarely touched. His laywer has carte blanche to license out his music, but he does not take any other inquiries. He does some social gigs for his own amusement because, when it because when it came to it, he loved his craft. It amused me to think that last cola commercial for which one of his songs was licensed had a real, honest-to-goodness demon playing rhythm guitar on it.
“What have you guys found out?” Having sipped more on the water, I found myself speaking more easily.
“Not a lot of specifics. Just pieces her and pieces there that don’t really add up to anything that we actually need.” Joy came over and helped me sit up. “I’ll let him give you the specifics, because, frankly the pieces don’t have any context for me. I’m lost. He thinks the pieces add up, though, so fear not.”
“Have you found out anything about the arithmancers?” I try to stand and find my legs not only willing to support my weight, but also full of an energy I would not have had after 36 hours of sleep, had Shred not been plying his craft upon me. “What was going on that house? Mercury?”
Joy laughed. “We have a little bit. The demon heard of the arithmancer. The master. The same way in which he knew of your dad. We have a name for the guy. We don’t know what happened at the house yet, but if Mercury was there, some serious shit is. Shred hasn’t indicated why serious shit is going down, though.”
I stretched, folding my arms behind my head in a way I had seen ballerinas do. A few cracks and pops,
“You’ve been asleep for nearly 36 hours. It’s five p.m. on the 12 th ,” Joy informed me. “We’ve tried taking care of you. Shred has been singing to you ever few hours. It was really sweet. He’s really sweet. I wish I had gotten to know him sooner, Grey.”
“Something to drink, please?” I heard Joy walk over and put a straw to my lips. I sucked. I coughed. I spewed water, some of which undoubtedly landed on Joy. She made no indication or complaint however. It made me wonder if she would always be so patient, so longsuffering. Would she not tire of the life magic would require of her?
I heard tissues being taken out of a nearby tissue box. “Shred’s helping us. As soon as you passed out, he started making calls. He’s even friends with a demon that lives by the Memorial Bridge!”
The SUB—the world’s Seedy Underbelly—a s I applied the term, almost playfully at first, to any dealings that happen in the dark. Eventually, my dad started calling it The SUB, too, likely due to the double entendre of “sub” referring to that which lies beneath the surface . While it was true that many members of The SUB managed to converge with humanity on harmless basis, most of the time, it could be said that something untoward was occurring.
I never saw thy face, but I think upon hell-fire . Henry IV. I’ve never met Shred’s demonic friend, and had never heard from which belief system he had sprouted, but I did know that Shred liked to jam with this one. And if anyone knew what he was doing, it was him. In fact, I’d be surprised if said demon had not, somehow, shown up on some of Shred’s recordings.
Shred had released some albums with his band in the late 80’s and early 90’s, then spent the next decade touring. Al the while, he amassed a fortune that he rarely touched. His laywer has carte blanche to license out his music, but he does not take any other inquiries. He does some social gigs for his own amusement because, when it because when it came to it, he loved his craft. It amused me to think that last cola commercial for which one of his songs was licensed had a real, honest-to-goodness demon playing rhythm guitar on it.
“What have you guys found out?” Having sipped more on the water, I found myself speaking more easily.
“Not a lot of specifics. Just pieces her and pieces there that don’t really add up to anything that we actually need.” Joy came over and helped me sit up. “I’ll let him give you the specifics, because, frankly the pieces don’t have any context for me. I’m lost. He thinks the pieces add up, though, so fear not.”
“Have you found out anything about the arithmancers?” I try to stand and find my legs not only willing to support my weight, but also full of an energy I would not have had after 36 hours of sleep, had Shred not been plying his craft upon me. “What was going on that house? Mercury?”
Joy laughed. “We have a little bit. The demon heard of the arithmancer. The master. The same way in which he knew of your dad. We have a name for the guy. We don’t know what happened at the house yet, but if Mercury was there, some serious shit is. Shred hasn’t indicated why serious shit is going down, though.”
I stretched, folding my arms behind my head in a way I had seen ballerinas do. A few cracks and pops,
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