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THE QUEEN’S MAN: By Lori Titus

Wednesday, August 17th, 2011

The Marradith Ryder Series: The Art of Shadows, Part 51

“What’s this I hear about David Brennan?” Justin said.

Nora smiled. “Why don’t you come in? No use in fussing in the hallway.”

Justin walked into her suite and slammed the door behind him.

“The paperwork you submitted to me was false. You said that Brennan was a Wolf.”

“My mistake,” Nora said dryly. “Maybe someone should amend those forms. The boxes are awfully close, aren’t they?”

“I’d have never agreed to having Marradith placed with a male Lamia, and we both know why.”

Nora shrugged. “Well I know David. He’s a nice young man, and I’m sure that he’ll keep his hands to himself.”

“That’s not the point, and you know it!” Justin yelled. “There are connections between Lamia, and you did this on purpose.”

Nora crossed her arms over her chest. “Of course I know that. I’m sure it was part of Marradith’s training, to be taught about the psychic and mystical links that exist between her own kind.”

“She was taught about that,” Justin’s eyes narrowed. “But a lesson and dealing with it in real life are two different things.”

“Well you’ve never taken that into account with anything else, so why should you about this?”

“You’re meddling, Lenora,” he spat, his eyes glowing green. “I have tried to respect you. We have been getting along up until now, but don’t want to mess with me.”

“Are you that easilly rattled?” Nora fired back. “Do you think that given a choice- any other choice- Marradith wouldn’t be with you?”

“I trust my wife, implicitly,” he said. “I don’t trust this man that you sent her off with. ”

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“So when was the last time you were in Lazarus?” David asked.

Marradith sat opposite of him. Their flight was going to be three hours, and he wanted to engage her in some conversation in the meantime.

Marradith shrugged. “I think about four years ago. I’m assuming you have done the whole family research thing?”

“Yes, but you can probably fill in the blanks for me.”

“Well, you know that we’ll be staying with my Uncle Jake.”

“Your Mom’s brother?”

“Yes. I have some cousins there as well… one of them is the town’s sheriff, Stephen Drake. His niece, Jennifer. And my Grandmother used to live in Lazarus, but she moved to Florida.”

“Nora’s mother?”

“Yes.”

“So, you’re comfortable with them all?”

“Yes, what do you mean?”

“Well, I mean, I hope that you know them all wel enough.”

“Of course,” Marradith snapped. “What are you getting at?”

“Nothing,” he replied, and looked out the window. White, frothy clouds drifted outside the plane.

“What about your friend Harley?” David asked after a time.

“She was my neighbor from a couple of doors down. I have known her since we were in kindergarten.”

“I see. She’ll be meeting us tommorow,” he said. “I want my lay of the land is all.”

“What do you mean by that?”

David smiled gently, seeing the distrust in her eyes. “My father used to say that you can read about slopes and flood areas, drought spots and land attrition. But there is nothing like going to a place and studying it. Knowing the feel of the land.”

“Let’s get something straight then. You’re my guard. It’s not your place to approve of the people I see, especially when it comes to my family. Have you got that? Because I don’t care who approved for you to be here, I don’t have a problem sending you back to the Compound. Understand?”

“Yes ma’am.”

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©2011 Lori Titus

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THE AVIARY: Sharla Anderson

Tuesday, August 16th, 2011

It began to twitch inside the large round Kilner. A convulsive brood
submerged in murky amnii liquor. It had one bulbous eye that seem to
saccade around the room despite lacking adequate orbital muscle like a
teneral lighthouse strobe, accusatory and unrelenting. She knew it
wouldn’t be long before It was ready. The hinge-like appendages,
though not fully formed, had increased its span considerably within
the last few hours. They made a dull scraping sound against the
crystal whenever it moved.

Impatiently smacking her palms on the oak table, she inspected the
subject who had taken up residence in her kitchen. She then slid the
jar even closer towards the window. Ultraviolet always sped up the
growth process. Although at night she had to scope lamplight to feign
the sun. Others before were failures: short-lived and highly flawed.
Flighty little horrors who chirped their rhythmical chants. She
suspected lighting was the cause but data proved this to be a
necessary element. Undoubtedly, through exhaustive research
recalibrating evolutionary formulae, her breakthrough had finally
come. Now her prototype was near completion.

****

She stood to unlock an old, bilious cage which made a stale grating
noise when she pried open its rigid bars. She always forgot to anoint
the creaky joints with adipocere.

With anxious, arthritic hands like brittle bark she unclasped the
rusting Kilner lid almost too eagerly then pried her subject from its
glass womb. It did not resist as the others had and this pleased her.

“You will endure long,” she said holding it up in the slant of
amaranth sunlight “more than centuryfold.” Then quickly secured it
into its new home. Once she latched the gate, a smile though slight,
etched at the corners of its maw for the necro-brined heart felt
content as it anchored inside her chest.

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Copyright 2011 Sharla Anderson