The Godsverse Chronicles

It took a half-hour to raise the boat and for the bunny to recover the information I needed, but it was well worth the wait.

By the end of a single day, the phone must have rung a dozen times, and the cockroach diligently answered every single one but never made an outbound call.

What a convoluted mess. All I wanted was for Benny’s people to call off the hit on me, and now I was running around Washington State like a chicken with my head cut off, trying desperately to do what?

I pushed out my chair and stood up. As I did, several guns locked on me from around the restaurant.

It didn’t take long to cross Seattle. Compared to LA, just about every other city was tiny, and you could make it across any of them in less than half an hour.

Dexter had a dock manager named Gordon on his payroll who worked at the top of a tall building overlooking the whole of the dock.

I returned to Claudia’s vet clinic again because if I was going to find out who put out a hit on Benny, I needed to be able to talk to him.

Gino’s was close to the water across Seattle from Ratinger’s Drug in the circuitous maze that was Pike Place Market, a mesh of poorly planned buildings.

While the rat had still been sleeping, I told Claudia everything I knew about the murder.

Before I headed into the sewer to chase down a mangled rat, I needed equipment. I stopped by a pet shop and picked up a carrier, some rat food, and bandages to tie up the animal’s wound.

Phil didn’t love the idea of my mother hanging out with him and Candy, but he conceded that having a frigging angel for protection until this all blew over would be a logical move.

I rolled my eyes behind my sunglasses without replying and disappeared into the portal.

Carl forced me to finish watching Jaws before we started the job, which didn’t bother me one bit. I needed a moment of big, dumb fun.

A medical table lowered from the ceiling and spread across the counters on either side of the room.

A gang of demons wanted me dead, and now I had Benny’s crew breathing down my neck.

I had no doubt that I could survive the attack, but bullets still stung something fierce, and I had no interest in getting the wind knocked out of me or nursing welts for the next two weeks.

The three orcs, decked out in battle armor, would lead the charge with their snub-nosed shotguns.

The views in the Hills were majestic but getting there was like navigating through the favelas of a third-world country, with roads barely wide enough for one car.

Candy could barely hold a cup of tea without spilling it everywhere, her hand was shaking so violently.

I waited until midnight to drive Lily back onto the dock, just like I had when I met with Moloch and Balaam that fateful night when I stopped the world from ending.

I was comfortable hearing no. I had to be in my line of work. Often, there was only one magical scepter or enchanted amulet of a certain type in the whole world, and tracking it down took tenacity.

I wanted to take a long drive through the streets of Los Angeles. It was a driving town, which was one of the few things I liked about it.

I followed Kalle as he ping-ponged between the containers like a rat looking for a piece of cheese, hitting a dead end and then doubling back on himself.

Most mortals didn’t survive tumbling into my web of misfortune, but she did, and that was impressive.