Enchantress Under Pressure by A. C. Spahn : An Urban Fantasy Novel (Arcane Artisans Book 2)
English | 2019 | Fantasy | ePUB | 369 Kb
Enchantress Under Pressure: Magic is breaking.
Newly recruited by the Void Union, enchantress Adrienne Morales plans to stay on good terms with her magic-immune handlers. That’s hard to do when everyone knows about the enchantment tattoo storing catastrophic magic on her body. Then she discovers a murder victim with an identical tattoo. That corpse means only one thing: the cult that enchanted Adrienne has a lethal operative in town, and her conflict with the Voids just became her smallest problem.
With mysterious fires destroying Voids across the nation, the Union Legionnaire has his hands full. Catching the murderer is up to Adrienne. But as her search intensifies, magic begins breaking down around her: Ghosts rise, enchantments go haywire, and the specter of war looms over San Francisco. Plagued by fears from her past, mistrust from the Voids, and the sudden unreliability of her powers, Adrienne isn’t sure where to turn.
Worse, Adrienne’s life isn’t the only one hanging in the balance. If she goes down, her friends will fall beside her, and the entire city might be next. To defend the paranormal world, she must stop the murderer, uncover the cult’s secret plot, and decide whom to trust–when she’s not even sure she can trust herself.
“I don’t know,” I said. “We can solve that problem back at headquarters. Right now, we just need to put this one back in the ground. Soon as the signal comes, we go. And by we, I mean me and Desmond. You’re just observing, Sam.”
“I know that was the plan, but …”
“Ugh. Fine, Mom.”
The walkie-talkie line cut out. Desmond flashed me a wry grin. “Does that make me Dad?”
“Remind me never to have kids. They’re cute until they start having opinions.”
“What if I want kids?”
“Is this the right time for this discussion?”
Desmond shrugged, and his big ears took on a pink undertone beneath their usual light brown. “You’ve been avoiding talking about us.”
I scanned the silhouetted trees looming over our heads, hoping the signal would come and I’d escape this conversation. Nothing stirred on the shadowy branches. I sighed. “We’ve been fine so far. Isn’t that enough?”
“For now. But where are we going, Adrienne? What future are we shooting for?”
“It’s only been a few months.”
“And I think we should think beyond the next few months.”
“Do you have to plan everything?”
He shrugged. “I’m a planner.”