Mother’s Day weekend is proving to be a busy one. Friday was a day of catch up on word count. Now both books are running a close race and nearly finished with first drafts. Friday night I went out with two friends for a “Mom’s Night Out” and had the best Lemoncille Martini. Yum-O! Today was spent in the basement cleaning (it’s getting there) and then this evening putting some tweaks on a few photoshop projects.
I’m tired.
But, part 9 is here. Next week part 10 will be the conclusion of this novella. After that I’ll compile, beta and have it edited before it’s made available as an ebook! Yay. So, without further delay…
Rumor Has It
Pt 9
Phaedra Weldon
© 2012 Phaedra Weldon
Published by Caldwell Press
Halfway down interstate 75, a familiar shape faded into the passenger seat. Joe turned the volume down on the radio. The sun moved behind a few dark clouds and the temperature had dropped again since the morning. “What is it, Phanty.”
Azriel sighed. “I really wish you wouldn’t call me that.”
“I know.”
“Why do you want to find that stone dragon?”
Joe glanced over at him. Azriel looked intensely curious. “Let’s just say…I have a hunch.”
“How?”
“Why are you grilling me?”
“Because,” and this time the Phantasm of the Abysmal Plane shifted in the passenger seat of the pickup. “I don’t like it that I didn’t know you were that power.”
Uh oh. Joe pursed his lips and looked back at the road. “You were in the kitchen.”
“I’m everywhere.”
“Oh don’t give me that bullshit,” he frowned. “You were little more than a fading First Born with an odd addiction to grapes and milk a few months ago. Now you’re the Phantasm. Either way, that doesn’t make you omniscient.”
“You like pissing me off.”
“No, I like you people not just showing up in my truck. So,” he took the exit to 285. “Why are you in here grilling me.”
“I told you. I don’t like not knowing things. And I had no idea you were that powerful. I don’t think Nona knew either.”
“Well news flash. I’m not.” Joe signaled he was moving in between cars. “And back page story—I didn’t know I could do that till I did it.”
Azriel nodded slowly. “I see…so do you often take our own life into your hands?”
“Every day of my life,” he took the exit to 85 South. “Look, if you’re just going to sit there and annoy me—”
“Why do you need the stone dragon?”
