I do plan to have her life intersect back with the magician and Jay but figured it would be fun to do more stories just about Charlie and also helps broaden up the world a little.
From the story:
I sigh
and begin shoving brambles out of my way as I head toward the house.
I could rip through them: I
have a monster inside me, a thing of claw and shadow, a god forged of
fear and flame, but the ghost might notice. And it seems kind of
silly to to call up for brambles, but less so as Dyer just wanders
through them, his already ripped leather jacket barely touched by
them while my winter jacket gets ripped and torn up to match his. I’m
in a mood by the time we reach the house.
“I should go
first,” Dyer offers in his soft rasp as we reach what the
perpetually open drawbridge leading into the old home. I turn and
raise one eyebrow; he falls back a couple of steps and licks his
lips.“Charlie, no one has lived here for close to a hundred years.
The floors could well collapse –”
“They wouldn’t
dare.”
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