Dark Glass by Orlando A. Sanchez

Dark Glass

Dark Glass (Montague & Strong 11) by Orlando A. Sanchez
English | 2020 | Urban Fantasy | ePUB | 3.3 MB

Sometimes, being immortal can get you killed.

When Fate pays Simon a visit accusing him of disrupting causality, she makes him an offer he can’t refuse—become mortal or die.
There’s only one small problem.
In order to become mortal, Simon must find the goddess, Kali the Destroyer, and convince her to remove her curse. To complicate matters further, Haven and Roxanne are under attack by an ancient spell-an entropic sphere designed to kill everyone inside the facility.
Now, Monty and Simon must find out why Simon is disrupting causality, stop a lethal sphere from killing innocents, and convince an angry goddess to lift a curse.
A typical day in the Montague and Strong Detective Agency.
Join the Trio of Terror as they discover that not everything is as it seems, and sometimes, the past can kill you.

I woke up to a delicate tongue-slapping.

“What…what?” I said, pushing my hellhound away from my face. “I don’t need a tongue bath. What is it?”

<You were sleeping.>

<Yes, I was. Now I’m awake. What’s with the tongue-lashing?>

<You were making noise.>

<Noise? What noise? I don’t make noises in my sleep.>

<Did you eat some bad meat? The noise sounded like you hurt your stomach.>

<I didn’t eat bad meat and my stomach is fine. I’m fine.>

<I know. I licked you. Now you will be better. Stop eating bad meat.>

He padded off and left me alone.

I laid my head back on my pillow and realized how surreal my life had become. For once, there were no angry gods or world-ending cataclysms on the schedule. I had a moment to actually bask in doing…nothing.

I never anticipated being cursed alive by Kali, bonding to a hellhound, and working cases with a grouchy mage. I couldn’t even begin to explain my complicated relationship with an ancient vampire.

Despite my several near-death moments, I wouldn’t trade it in for a ‘normal life’. It was clear my brain was still tired. I had the perfect solution. Deathwish with a splash of javambrosia would right all wrongs this morning.

I jumped out of bed, and nearly faceplanted as I crashed into the immobile object known as Peaches. He had the bad habit of materializing in the oddest places and at the strangest times.

“What did I tell you about doing that?” I said, catching my balance before introducing my face to the floor. “Walk around the house…walk. Not ‘blink in-between and give me a heart attack’.”


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