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“No worse an idea than bringing a spent nuclear fuel rod over to your neighbor’s house.” “Um, anyway, the rebar worked really well against the … Invictae… so I was going to keep it with me while chasing them. “No, no – the ‘ant-things’ – are called Invictae.” He stepped out of the tear and allowed it to close, and his appearance returned to normal – he even smiled. “Sorry – that sounded like a focus word.”Ĭonor finally seemed to settle a bit. Glancing up, I saw him looking at me curiously, so I stood back up. “I’ve never actually been to the Nevernever, so how would I know about that? I just know that iron,” motioning to my dropped rebar, “was working really well against those ant-things-“ “Hold on hold on… I’m still somewhat new at this.” I took a breath and winced at the knot forming on my head. I dropped the piece of rebar and slowly let go of my cross. But don’t accuse me of not being a quick study. I hadn’t even considered that the Nevernever itself might react badly to cold iron. An alternate dimension that lies just under and out of sight of our world, and Conor was able to connect the two worlds. The Nevernever is … well… hard to explain. Cold iron (such as my shank of rebar) is quite effective against fae creatures – faeries, as most know them, but that’s a gross stereotype and… well, it established that the ant creatures were of fae origin, as well as my companion. My head cleared enough that some things started to click. “Ye cannae bring faebane intae the Ne’erne’er!” I even caught a hint of fangs in his mouth as he spoke. His long black hair whipped in a non-existent wind, framing and sometime obscuring his pointed ears and glowing blue eyes.

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In his place was an obviously supernatural creature, with glowing skin and blue knotwork tattoos crisscrossing it. I heard him mumble something about “never, never” as he stepped in, and I quickly moved to follow. Conor looked around a bit, and then… well, for lack of a better term, he “ripped” open a hole in midair that looked on somewhere that definitely was not a warehouse. We arrived at an abandoned warehouse a few blocks away, and there the trail of the ants just vanished. Quick introductions let me know his name was Conor, but that was about all we had time for as we left a trail of ant carcasses and released kidnapees in our wake. We nodded respectfully at each other over the corpse of the ant creature, and ran off together after the others. That’s when the musician dropped it – with a single punch. The creature dropped its prey and scuttled back, now taking notice of me.

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I heard and felt more than saw its carapace crack under my blow – is was the sizzle that caught my attention.

It was ignoring everyone around but the young woman struggling in its grip – at least until I clobbered it with the rebar. I pulled a shank of rebar out of my pack and headed toward the nearest ant-creature. The few people too drunk to know better threw a punch or bottle at them, to no effect, and I didn’t need the familiar shiver down my spine to tell me I was dealing with the supernatural at this point.

I sure did not expect to see giant fire ants picking up people and carrying them away. The kind of screams that speak of abject terror. Little brawls are unfortunately common at that time of night around bars, so I didn’t pay much attention to it – until the screaming started. During one of his breaks, I heard some commotion outside. The occasional missed note or lyric just didn’t matter. Every note he played and sang, he sold to the crowd. Not the most outstanding musician I’d ever heard, but good – and he could perform. The talent this evening was an Irish guy. (What? Yes, I can drink! I’m not Baptist…) Anyway… But I digress…Įarlier this evening I was enjoying a rare night out – having a drink and listening to some live music at a local pub – Molly MacGuire’s. I guess you could call me a “faithomancer” – it fits as well as any other moniker. I manipulate the “element” that many folks forget about – spirit (or “heart,” if you want to get all Planeteer about it). I’m also a member of the supernatural community – a spellcaster that some would call a “minor talent.” I’m not a wizard, per se – they have more versatility in the elements at their disposal.

I work for an inner city outreach ministry in downtown Dallas, trying to bring the light of God to the urban neighborhoods overrun by corruption and violence. I’m an ordained minister – mostly Lutheran, but I don’t have a church to call home.

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