First this announcement. Path of Fate has been included in a Humble Bundle with some amazing company. Octavia Butler, Kate Eliot, Elizabeth Hand, Robin McKinley, among others. It’s an amazing bundle and you should definitely have a look.
Shades of Memory is the name of the fourth Diamond City Magic Book. Here’s a snippet in honor of the fact that the revision is nearly done:
“How do we do this?” Price asked, doubt threading his voice.
“A lot of talents work together to make a single spell,” I said again, trying to be reassuring.
“Don’t they usually practice together for years, too?”
“You said you’ve done this before.”
“Sort of. I’ve done it where one of us laid down a spell and the other one laid another on top. If done right, it’s supposed to work.”
“Did you do it right?”
“The second time.”
“And the first?”
I made a face. “A sort of spectacular failure.”
“Define sort of spectacular.”
“Some pretty fireworks. A broken leg. Maybe a small concussion.”
Price sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. “By fireworks, I trust you mean you lit half the city on fire. Dare I ask what you were trying to do?”
“So Robbie had this obnoxious girlfriend,” I began.
“Oh God. This cannot end well,” Price said.
“I already told you that.”
“But now I realize how much worse it’s going to be than I thought. Anything that beings with, So Robbie had this obnoxious girlfriend, must by definition
always end in the worst possible way.”
“I don’t know. Everybody survived.”
Price rubbed his eyes like they wanted to pop out.“Why don’t we move on to getting this blizzard started.”
“I apologize. I shouldn’t have.”
I shrugged. “Suit yourself.”
“But let’s make this turn out better than it did with Robbie, shall we? You don’t really need another concussion.”
“What makes you think I was the one who ended up with a concussion?”
“Experience and your track record. Am I wrong? Don’t tell me you broke your leg and your head.”
“Why don’t we move on to getting this blizzard started?” I said.
“You go first,” I said. “I’ll jump on top.”
He slid a sideways glance at me. “Out here? In the cold? You could get some serious frostbite.”
I hit him on the shoulder. “Behave yourself.”
“You’re the one who wants to jump on top. Not that I’m complaining. I’m easy. I’d go for on top, behind, underneath–”
“Can you just get to work?” I asked, jabbing him with my elbow as inappropriate tingles started up in places they had no business being at the moment.
And that’s all for now, folks!