Snippet: Things Get Ugly At The Bar

Here's a little snippet from the untitled sequel to my first novel.

Jessica Kramer, my main character, falls off the wagon.
Her comrade, Kierra, and Kierra's sister Wardancer, Londara, find her at a bar.
They face down a gang trying to take advantage of drunken Jessica.
This happens next...


     “No more nonsense, Sister Jessica. You need rest and time for your liver to clean the toxins you ingested out of your system. Let’s go,” Kierra said.

     The Wardancer pulled Kramer off her barstool and put her over her shoulders, carrying her out the bar’s portal. The door closed, and the muffled sound of music started up again. The remaining crowd not scared off by the averted barfight returned to their tables.

     Londara walked backwards out of the place, covering Kierra and Jessica’s exit. She swatted down a number of thrown beverage containers with mechanical precision, then joined her sisters outside at the hovercar.

     “You two head return to the Temple. I am certain the Farvah authorities have been called. I’ll remain here to explain things,” Londara said.

     “Are you sure, sister? Will you be all right?” Kierra said, scooping the drunken human into the passenger seat.

     “I’ll be fine. Make sure she doesn’t expel her stomach contents in my conveyance, please. Oh, just one moment, I need to get something out of the trunk,” Londara said, heading to the rear of the vehicle.

     “What’s back there?” Kierra asked.

     “Nothing important. Just take her back. I’ll be fine,” Londara said, keeping one hand and its rolled-up contents behind her back.
Jessica’s forehead rested against the window of the hovercar. She slowly smeared her head and hair along the glass.

     “So nice. Hey, I wanna ‘nother beer. Let’s go back in that bar and get--”

     Too late, we’re leaving, Sister Jessica, just hold on. Londara? We’ll see you back at the Temple,” Kierra said, taking the controls of the hovercar. Londara watched as the sleek passenger transport lifted, blowing small eddies of beach sand in to the night.

     Once the tail lights were out of sight, Londara held up the bundle in her hand. It was a cylindrical shape with ornate markings along its length. One end was a hinged lid that released with the touch of a button. Out dropped a pair of plasma daggers which she caught in mid-air with one hand.

     Setting the case down, Londara turned and faced the bar’s entrance. The blades activated with a blazing hiss, their red glow splitting the darkness around her. She took one in each hand, and kicked the closed door down.





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