Sunday Snippets #119

Posted September 9, 2012 by Jen in Sunday Snippet Tags: ,

Live and Let Drood

Author: Simon R. Green

Secret Histories #6

Publisher: Roc

Released: June 5, 2012


“Things just get better all the time,” said Molly.  “So, what now?”

“We need answers,” I said.  “We need hard information as to exactly what went down here and who was behind it.  Someone out there will know.  Someone always knows.  But where do we go to ask?  Time was, we’d have just dropped into the Wulfshead Club, that celebrated supernatural water hole, paid for a round for the house, and they’d have been lining up to tell us everything we needed to know.  But I’m pretty sure I’m persona non grata there, after the … recent unpleasantness.”

“You mean when you completely lost control, beat up everyone who got in your way and half killed your old friend the Indigo Spirit?” said Molly.  “Oh, hell, yes, Eddie.  They’re still talking about that, and not in a good way. You are banned from the Wulfshead for life, Eddie Drood and possibly even longer than that.”

“But that’s just Eddie Drood,” I said, craftily.  “I could still sneak in as Shaman Bond, couldn’t I?”

“I wouldn’t,” said Molly.  “I really wouldn’t.  Take it from me: That boat has sailed.  Far too many people in that place now know Eddie and Shaman are the same man.  No one’s actually given you up yet, but you can bet good money there’d be a race to drop you right in it if you were to push your luck.  Give them time to calm down, and they might let you back in as Shaman.  But right now the very least they’d do is set the hellhounds on you and blow your secret identity right out of the water.”

“But they will calm down?” I said.  “Eventually?”

“Who can say?”

I looked at her thoughtfully.  “You could always…”

“No, I couldn’t,” said Molly.  “I’m banned, as well, just for knowing you.”

“Ah,” I said.  “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be!  I’m not.  Never cared much for the Wulfshead, anyway.  Bit too elevated for my tastes.  And it’s gone so upmarket these days… so up itself it’s practically staring out its own nostrils.  And the bar prices suck big-time.”

I smiled.  Molly can be very loyal in her own way.