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Shadow Duel

Prof Croft 9

Brad Magnarella

Copyright © 2021 by Brad Magnarella

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Chapter 25

Chapter 26

Chapter 27

Chapter 28

Chapter 29

Chapter 30

Chapter 31

Chapter 32

Chapter 33

Chapter 34

Chapter 35

Chapter 36

Chapter 37

Chapter 38

Chapter 39

Chapter 40

The Doideag’s Prophecy

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1

“Thanks again for the lift,” I said, gathering my coat and cane.

“Any time.” Using the hand controls, Bree-yark finished parking his giant Hummer. “No way was I gonna let you cab it all the way out here.”

“My wallet and I appreciate that.”

I got out and surveyed the scene. Bree-yark came around to join me, grunting with each step. “What in thunder are we doing here anyway?” he asked, one hand playing visor to his squinting goblin eyes.

“That’s what I’d like to know.”

A week ago, the citywide wards had picked up an energy discharge suggesting an arrival into our world. I rushed to the location, an alley in the Lower East Side, and found squat. Just the barest trace of dissipating energy. The conjured creature had flamed out, and the amateur caster had gathered his or her implements and scooted. Best case, the fool had been scared straight. Worst, he’d be fool enough to try again.

And here we were, just as the sun was rising over a lovely landfill in central Queens.

My cane tugged toward the valley of garbage, where earthmoving machines were already at work distributing the filth, and clouds of seagulls cried overhead. Minor conjurings typically led me to apartments, back alleys, and the occasional hobby shop, but there was a first time for everything.

And hopefully a last.

The wind shifted, scattering debris over the landfill. “You don’t have to join me,” I said, fishing a handkerchief from a coat pocket to breathe through. “I shouldn’t be long.”

“Forget it. We’re going in together.”

“You’re still not a hundred percent.”

“Hey, I’m not the one carrying a cane,” he joked.

“Well, I wasn’t demon-torched in a time catch and left for dead.”

Bree-yark waved a hand as if I were referring to a minor bump. But it was a miracle he’d recovered, much less been able to fulfill his duties as my best man a few months later. Of course, we were talking about someone who’d spent nearly a century in the goblin army. He pulled off his collared shirt, his muscled torso a canvas of scars and faded tattoos, and draped it over his rearview mirror.

“Lead the way,” he barked.

I donned my trench coat and cinched it tight around my waist, then stuffed the cuffs of my pantlegs into my socks. Stepping over the guardrail, I began picking my way across a slope of rankness. Though I’d never wanted a protective shield more, I couldn’t risk it interfering with a hunting spell that was only tenuously locked onto its target. By the weakness of the signal, the target was probably sublimating, but I was still duty-bound to check it out. Plus, the city had been quiet in the last few months and I needed the practice.

Bree-yark powered his stocky four-foot frame in my wake, trying hard to conceal his limp. “What are we even looking for?”

“Shallow nether creature,” I said through my handkerchief. “They’re usually crablike or buggy. And they always show up hungry, so watch yourself.” The thing would have plenty to pick over here, I thought grimly.

“Don’t worry. I’m packing goblin steel.”

My lead foot plunged from view, and I nearly face-planted into a plastic bag squirming with maggots. Swearing, I drew my muck-covered foot back out. I was going to have plenty to say to the idiot conjurer when we found him—not only for getting me out of bed in the predawn, but for ruining a perfectly good pair of shoes.

“You all right?” Bree-yark asked.

“Fine.”

The hunting spell continued to pull us toward a nearby hill. Above, a garbage truck beeped into reverse and sent its cargo spilling down an embankment. We were headed for the fresh stuff, which made me wonder if the creature had climbed into a trash container that had been picked up that morning.

“How are things going with the move?” Bree-yark asked as I started forward again.

“Oh, you know, adjustments all around,” I answered through my handkerchief. “Tabitha’s not thrilled.”

Since the wedding last month, Vega had remained in Brooklyn with her son, Tony, so he could finish out the school year. That done, and following some modifications to my West Village loft, they were moving in permanently.

“Aw, give Tabby time,” Bree-yark said. “She’s used to having you all to herself.”

“I think it’s more that she’s used to having the loft all to herself.”

Bree-yark chortled. How he was freely breathing this stuff, I had no idea.

“How are things with Mae?” I asked.

“Top notch. Thinking about popping the question.”

I stopped to peer over a shoulder. “No kidding? That’s great.”

“Well, she’s old fashioned, and I’m getting tired of just escorting her to her door at night. I’d like to be walking through it for a change. But, hey, this is just between us. I’m still working up the nerve.”

“My lips are sealed,” I said, the final word ending on a gag. “How is the smell not strangling you?” I demanded, adjusting my handkerchief.

He shrugged. “When you’ve lived in a goblin barracks, you’ve pretty much smelled it all.”

As we neared the hill, my cane made small adjustments, guiding me toward a recent spill of garbage. Something skittered beneath the debris. There you are. My body hummed as