Seized: An Urban Fantasy Novel (The Thrice Cursed Mage Book 4) by J.A. Cipriano Page B
Authors: J.A. Cipriano
Tags: Action & Adventure
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seemed to be in view, but it wouldn’t take long for the Mercedes owner to give our description to the cops. Once that happened, the helicopter would find us in no time.
“Be that as it may,” I said, reaching forward and grabbing onto her chair for stability as she spun us into a tight right turn. “I think these nuns are a distraction. They’re making us waste our time dealing with them. Usually when someone tries to distract you, it’s because they want to do something else while you’re focused on said distraction.”
“Is excellent point,” Vitaly said, rubbing his chin with one blood-smeared hand. “Wendy, take us to the Empire State building. It will be quickest way inside.”
“You’re out of your goddamned mind if you think I’m driving this thing into Manhattan,” Wendy said as she made a right turn through a red light even though doing so was illegal in New York.
“You know you’re not supposed to do that here,” Marvin said, pointing at the no turn on red sign. “Can’t you read the sign?”
“What are they going to do? Mail me a ticket?” Wendy asked, not taking her eyes off the road. “News flash. I’m driving a stolen van that belongs to a bloodthirsty death cult.”
“This is why you can’t get a license,” Marvin said indignantly and crossed his wooden arms over his chest. “Or have nice things.”
“Head to Jamaica station,” Jenna called from behind me. “It’ll be faster to take the train anyway, and we can ditch this van too. It’s a twofer.”
“Wait, why are we going to the Empire State building?” I growled in frustration as I smacked the seat with my hand. “We’re supposed to be rescuing those kids and so far all we’ve done is shop. Now you want to go sightseeing?”
“Mac, to get to Beleth’s hideout, we have to enter through a thin place. There’s one at the Empire State Building,” Jenna said, and when I turned to look at her, she gave me a sly smile. It was the kind of smile that let me know she relished the idea of telling me more uncomfortable truths so she could see the look on my face. I wasn’t sure I wanted to give her the honor.
“What’s a thin place?” I asked, deciding I wanted to know more than I wanted to deny her the pleasure of fucking with me.
“Thin place is where border around Earth is thin. Easy to break,” Vitaly said from the front seat. “We break into evil lair from there. Will be easy because border is thin. Understand?”
“So we’re going to jump through a portal at the Empire State Building and wind up in Beleth’s hideout?” I shook my head as I tried to process that. “That sounds crazy, and besides, what is to stop her from watching the entrance?”
“No one uses the Empire State Building entrance,” Jenna said, her smile returning as the Devil twinkled in her eyes. “No one will be watching, and even if someone is watching, it won’t be more than we can handle.” Her eyes moved to the shotgun in my hand and the AK47 slung over my shoulder. It was when I realized she’d kept the pilfered AK too.
“And where exactly is Beleth’s lair?” I asked, hoping I was wrong. “Since you said the border is thin, I’m guessing that means we won’t be on Earth?”
“Hell, Mac. We’re going to Hell. Well, a tiny subdivision of Hell. Like the suburbs,” Wendy said from the front seat. Judging by the lack of cheer in her voice, she didn’t seem terribly thrilled about it. “That’s what is on the other side of this particular thin place. That’s why they didn’t just come out and say where we were going.” Her cold, empty eyes glanced at me in the rearview mirror, and as she stared a hole in me, I realized she was telling the truth. We really were going to Hell. Fuck.
“Awesome,” I said, hoping my stolen weapons would be enough because it didn’t seem like it would be enough to storm Hell. “Just fucking awesome.”
Chapter 7
Thankfully, we weren’t plagued by gun-toting nuns on the
“Be that as it may,” I said, reaching forward and grabbing onto her chair for stability as she spun us into a tight right turn. “I think these nuns are a distraction. They’re making us waste our time dealing with them. Usually when someone tries to distract you, it’s because they want to do something else while you’re focused on said distraction.”
“Is excellent point,” Vitaly said, rubbing his chin with one blood-smeared hand. “Wendy, take us to the Empire State building. It will be quickest way inside.”
“You’re out of your goddamned mind if you think I’m driving this thing into Manhattan,” Wendy said as she made a right turn through a red light even though doing so was illegal in New York.
“You know you’re not supposed to do that here,” Marvin said, pointing at the no turn on red sign. “Can’t you read the sign?”
“What are they going to do? Mail me a ticket?” Wendy asked, not taking her eyes off the road. “News flash. I’m driving a stolen van that belongs to a bloodthirsty death cult.”
“This is why you can’t get a license,” Marvin said indignantly and crossed his wooden arms over his chest. “Or have nice things.”
“Head to Jamaica station,” Jenna called from behind me. “It’ll be faster to take the train anyway, and we can ditch this van too. It’s a twofer.”
“Wait, why are we going to the Empire State building?” I growled in frustration as I smacked the seat with my hand. “We’re supposed to be rescuing those kids and so far all we’ve done is shop. Now you want to go sightseeing?”
“Mac, to get to Beleth’s hideout, we have to enter through a thin place. There’s one at the Empire State Building,” Jenna said, and when I turned to look at her, she gave me a sly smile. It was the kind of smile that let me know she relished the idea of telling me more uncomfortable truths so she could see the look on my face. I wasn’t sure I wanted to give her the honor.
“What’s a thin place?” I asked, deciding I wanted to know more than I wanted to deny her the pleasure of fucking with me.
“Thin place is where border around Earth is thin. Easy to break,” Vitaly said from the front seat. “We break into evil lair from there. Will be easy because border is thin. Understand?”
“So we’re going to jump through a portal at the Empire State Building and wind up in Beleth’s hideout?” I shook my head as I tried to process that. “That sounds crazy, and besides, what is to stop her from watching the entrance?”
“No one uses the Empire State Building entrance,” Jenna said, her smile returning as the Devil twinkled in her eyes. “No one will be watching, and even if someone is watching, it won’t be more than we can handle.” Her eyes moved to the shotgun in my hand and the AK47 slung over my shoulder. It was when I realized she’d kept the pilfered AK too.
“And where exactly is Beleth’s lair?” I asked, hoping I was wrong. “Since you said the border is thin, I’m guessing that means we won’t be on Earth?”
“Hell, Mac. We’re going to Hell. Well, a tiny subdivision of Hell. Like the suburbs,” Wendy said from the front seat. Judging by the lack of cheer in her voice, she didn’t seem terribly thrilled about it. “That’s what is on the other side of this particular thin place. That’s why they didn’t just come out and say where we were going.” Her cold, empty eyes glanced at me in the rearview mirror, and as she stared a hole in me, I realized she was telling the truth. We really were going to Hell. Fuck.
“Awesome,” I said, hoping my stolen weapons would be enough because it didn’t seem like it would be enough to storm Hell. “Just fucking awesome.”
Chapter 7
Thankfully, we weren’t plagued by gun-toting nuns on the
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