Industrial Magic
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Uh, are those?
Gang markings, Troy said. Welcome to Miami.
Is this the right place? I said, squinting into the darkness. Jacob said he was at a show, but this doesnt look
Theres a theater a few blocks over, Troy said. A gazillion-screen multiplex plopped down in the middle of hell. Just the place you want to drop off the kiddies for a Saturday matinee. He shut off the engine, then dowsed the lights. Shit. Were going to need flashlights.
Hows this? I cast a spell and a baseball-size blob of light appeared in my hand.
I opened the car door and lobbed the light out. It stopped a few yards away and hung there, illuminating the lot.
Cool. Ive never seen that.
Witch magic, Lucas said. He cast the spell himself, conjuring a weaker ball of light, and leaving it in his palm. It has a more practical orientation than ours. Im not as accomplished at this spell as Paige yet, so Ill keep my light at hand, so to speak. If I throw it outwell, it rarely cooperates.
Splats on the sidewalk like an egg, I said, tossing him a quick grin. Okay, then, we have the flashlights covered. Troy, Im assuming you can handle umbrella duty. So were all set.
We walked to the edge of the parking lot. The skeletal remains of a building rose from a vacant slab of land at least the size of a city block. Scrubby trees, half-demolished walls, piles of broken concrete, ripped-open trash bags, discarded tires, and broken furniture cluttered the landscape. I bent to lift a sodden sheet of cardboard draped over a large lump. Troy kicked a syringe out of the way and grabbed my hand.
Not a good idea, he said. Better use a stick.
I peered across the field, in one glance picking out a score of places where Jacob could lie low and wait for help.
Should we try calling him? I asked.
Troy shook his head. Might attract the wrong kind of attention. Jacob knows me, but hes a smart kid. If hes hiding out here, hes not going to answer us until he sees my face.
Though none of us said it, there was another reason for not just calling his name and moving on. He could be injured, unable to answer. Or worse.
The rain is easing and Paiges ball casts sufficient light for us all to search, Lucas said. I suggest we split up, each taking a ten foot swatch, and make a thorough sweep. He stopped. UnlessPaige? Your sensing spell would be perfect for this.
A spell? Troy said. Great.
Uh, right. The only problem I glanced at Troy. Its a fourth-level spell. Technically, Im stillthird-level, so Im not God, this stung. Im not very good
Shes still refining her accuracy, Lucas said. That sounded so much better than what I was going to say. Could you give it a try?
I nodded. Lucas motioned for Troy to follow him and start searching, giving me privacy. I closed my eyes, concentrated, and cast.
The moment the words left my mouth, I knew the spell had failed. Most witches wait for results, but my mother had taught me to use my gut instinct, to feel the subtle click of a successful cast. It wasnt easy. To me, intuition always seems like some flaky New Age thing. My brain seeks the logic in patterns; it looks for clear, decisive results. As I move into harder spells, though, Ive been forcing myself to develop that inner sense. Otherwise, with the sensing spell, if I didnt detect a presence, I wouldnt know whether it was because no one was there or because the spell had failed.
I recast. The click followed, almost as a subconscious sigh of relief. Now came the tough part. With a spell like this, I couldnt just cast it and leave it on, like the light-ball. I needed to sustain it, and that took concentration. I held myself still and focused on the spell, measuring its strength. It wavered, almost disappeared, then took hold. I resisted the urge to open my eyes. The spell would still work, but Id rely too much on what I was seeing instead of feeling. I turned slowly, and sensed two presences. Troy and Lucas. I pinpointed their location, then peeked to double-check. There they were, exactly where Id sensed them.
Got it, I said, my voice echoing through the silence.
Good, Lucas called back as they headed my way.
So how does this work? Troy asked.
If I walk slowly, I should be able to detect anyone within a twenty-foot radius.
Great.
I inhaled. Okay, here goes.
I had two choices. Be led around with my eyes closed, like some wack-job spiritualist, or open my eyes and keep my gaze on the ground. Naturally, I went for option two. Anything to avoid looking like an idiot.
Lucas and Troy followed. After a few yards, I felt the spell waver. I told my nerves there was no need to panic, no pressure here. They called me a liar, but agreed to fake it for a while. I relaxed and the spell surged to full strength.
Weak presences tickled at the edges of awareness. When I focused on them, they stayed amorphous. Small mammals, probably rats. An image flashed through my mind: a novel a friend and I had borrowed from her older brother when wed been kids. Something about rats going crazy and eating people. There was this one scene withI forced the image back, my gaze skittering across the ground looking for rat turds.
Gang markings, Troy said. Welcome to Miami.
Is this the right place? I said, squinting into the darkness. Jacob said he was at a show, but this doesnt look
Theres a theater a few blocks over, Troy said. A gazillion-screen multiplex plopped down in the middle of hell. Just the place you want to drop off the kiddies for a Saturday matinee. He shut off the engine, then dowsed the lights. Shit. Were going to need flashlights.
Hows this? I cast a spell and a baseball-size blob of light appeared in my hand.
I opened the car door and lobbed the light out. It stopped a few yards away and hung there, illuminating the lot.
Cool. Ive never seen that.
Witch magic, Lucas said. He cast the spell himself, conjuring a weaker ball of light, and leaving it in his palm. It has a more practical orientation than ours. Im not as accomplished at this spell as Paige yet, so Ill keep my light at hand, so to speak. If I throw it outwell, it rarely cooperates.
Splats on the sidewalk like an egg, I said, tossing him a quick grin. Okay, then, we have the flashlights covered. Troy, Im assuming you can handle umbrella duty. So were all set.
We walked to the edge of the parking lot. The skeletal remains of a building rose from a vacant slab of land at least the size of a city block. Scrubby trees, half-demolished walls, piles of broken concrete, ripped-open trash bags, discarded tires, and broken furniture cluttered the landscape. I bent to lift a sodden sheet of cardboard draped over a large lump. Troy kicked a syringe out of the way and grabbed my hand.
Not a good idea, he said. Better use a stick.
I peered across the field, in one glance picking out a score of places where Jacob could lie low and wait for help.
Should we try calling him? I asked.
Troy shook his head. Might attract the wrong kind of attention. Jacob knows me, but hes a smart kid. If hes hiding out here, hes not going to answer us until he sees my face.
Though none of us said it, there was another reason for not just calling his name and moving on. He could be injured, unable to answer. Or worse.
The rain is easing and Paiges ball casts sufficient light for us all to search, Lucas said. I suggest we split up, each taking a ten foot swatch, and make a thorough sweep. He stopped. UnlessPaige? Your sensing spell would be perfect for this.
A spell? Troy said. Great.
Uh, right. The only problem I glanced at Troy. Its a fourth-level spell. Technically, Im stillthird-level, so Im not God, this stung. Im not very good
Shes still refining her accuracy, Lucas said. That sounded so much better than what I was going to say. Could you give it a try?
I nodded. Lucas motioned for Troy to follow him and start searching, giving me privacy. I closed my eyes, concentrated, and cast.
The moment the words left my mouth, I knew the spell had failed. Most witches wait for results, but my mother had taught me to use my gut instinct, to feel the subtle click of a successful cast. It wasnt easy. To me, intuition always seems like some flaky New Age thing. My brain seeks the logic in patterns; it looks for clear, decisive results. As I move into harder spells, though, Ive been forcing myself to develop that inner sense. Otherwise, with the sensing spell, if I didnt detect a presence, I wouldnt know whether it was because no one was there or because the spell had failed.
I recast. The click followed, almost as a subconscious sigh of relief. Now came the tough part. With a spell like this, I couldnt just cast it and leave it on, like the light-ball. I needed to sustain it, and that took concentration. I held myself still and focused on the spell, measuring its strength. It wavered, almost disappeared, then took hold. I resisted the urge to open my eyes. The spell would still work, but Id rely too much on what I was seeing instead of feeling. I turned slowly, and sensed two presences. Troy and Lucas. I pinpointed their location, then peeked to double-check. There they were, exactly where Id sensed them.
Got it, I said, my voice echoing through the silence.
Good, Lucas called back as they headed my way.
So how does this work? Troy asked.
If I walk slowly, I should be able to detect anyone within a twenty-foot radius.
Great.
I inhaled. Okay, here goes.
I had two choices. Be led around with my eyes closed, like some wack-job spiritualist, or open my eyes and keep my gaze on the ground. Naturally, I went for option two. Anything to avoid looking like an idiot.
Lucas and Troy followed. After a few yards, I felt the spell waver. I told my nerves there was no need to panic, no pressure here. They called me a liar, but agreed to fake it for a while. I relaxed and the spell surged to full strength.
Weak presences tickled at the edges of awareness. When I focused on them, they stayed amorphous. Small mammals, probably rats. An image flashed through my mind: a novel a friend and I had borrowed from her older brother when wed been kids. Something about rats going crazy and eating people. There was this one scene withI forced the image back, my gaze skittering across the ground looking for rat turds.
