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Sanya stood there, offering me the sword.
As if I didn't have enough problems, now I got to tote around Excalibur. And I couldn't even use the damn thing because I'm not a good enough guy. After my experiences in the last few days, I was beginning to think that God had a pretty twisted sense of humor. And I had the cuts and bruises to show for it.
I snatched it away from him, slipping the scabbard over my shoulder, and gave him a glare, even if my heart wasn't quite in it. Then I stalked out the doors of the church...
... and into the jungle.
I blinked, looking around in confusion. Granted, I knew that Mab had been screwing with the weather to help me (apparently the Summer Queen's enforcers have some trouble coping with snow storms), but I found it unlikely that Titania in retaliation had not only made it suddenly summer, but turned Chicago into a freaking jungle as well. Hell's bells, I wasn't even sure she could do that.
I turned back to the church - and there was still a church there, but it definitely wasn't St. Mary's. In fact, it looked like something out of a National Geographic. The cross was the only giveaway, and the fact that I could see a pulpit through the open doors.
This had to be some sort of trick. My first thought, sending a rush of panic through me, was that I'd accidentally touched one of the coins, and the shadow of one of Lasciel's friends was inside my head working that hallucination mojo. Granted, I wasn't sure what one of the Fallen could possibly have to gain by making me think I was in a jungle.
I gripped my staff tighter, readying myself for anything that might jump out at me. "Anything but a goat," I whispered to myself, a silent prayer. "Just please don't let it be a goat."
And that's when I heard a woman scream.
Now there's one thing about me that's probably not going to change any time soon. I am powerless to ignore a damsel in distress. I have taken lengths that many would consider borderline suicidal to save women. Some might consider that anti-feminist or something, but I've never had anyone yell at me for being a chauvinist pig after I've saved a life.
So of course, despite having been nearly drowned (twice) and blown up earlier in the day, despite having so many cuts and bruises that I not only looked like a raccoon, but I was hurting in places I didn't know I could hurt, despite limping because I'd gotten a sword through the leg not long ago, I took off running.
As if I didn't have enough problems, now I got to tote around Excalibur. And I couldn't even use the damn thing because I'm not a good enough guy. After my experiences in the last few days, I was beginning to think that God had a pretty twisted sense of humor. And I had the cuts and bruises to show for it.
I snatched it away from him, slipping the scabbard over my shoulder, and gave him a glare, even if my heart wasn't quite in it. Then I stalked out the doors of the church...
... and into the jungle.
I blinked, looking around in confusion. Granted, I knew that Mab had been screwing with the weather to help me (apparently the Summer Queen's enforcers have some trouble coping with snow storms), but I found it unlikely that Titania in retaliation had not only made it suddenly summer, but turned Chicago into a freaking jungle as well. Hell's bells, I wasn't even sure she could do that.
I turned back to the church - and there was still a church there, but it definitely wasn't St. Mary's. In fact, it looked like something out of a National Geographic. The cross was the only giveaway, and the fact that I could see a pulpit through the open doors.
This had to be some sort of trick. My first thought, sending a rush of panic through me, was that I'd accidentally touched one of the coins, and the shadow of one of Lasciel's friends was inside my head working that hallucination mojo. Granted, I wasn't sure what one of the Fallen could possibly have to gain by making me think I was in a jungle.
I gripped my staff tighter, readying myself for anything that might jump out at me. "Anything but a goat," I whispered to myself, a silent prayer. "Just please don't let it be a goat."
And that's when I heard a woman scream.
Now there's one thing about me that's probably not going to change any time soon. I am powerless to ignore a damsel in distress. I have taken lengths that many would consider borderline suicidal to save women. Some might consider that anti-feminist or something, but I've never had anyone yell at me for being a chauvinist pig after I've saved a life.
So of course, despite having been nearly drowned (twice) and blown up earlier in the day, despite having so many cuts and bruises that I not only looked like a raccoon, but I was hurting in places I didn't know I could hurt, despite limping because I'd gotten a sword through the leg not long ago, I took off running.