Broken Mirrors a serial novel by TA Pratt. Marla removed her cloak, folded it carefully, and tucked it into her bag. Then she kicked apart the Jaguar’s throne of skulls. The bones didn’t dissolve into dust and slurry like the rest of the Jaguar’s creations, so they weren’t magical, but real skulls and bones from real dead people. That meant somebody had been forced to take the remains of the dead and actually build a big- ass chair out of them, which was a hell of a thing to have on your résumé. The mysterious chairwright had used some kind of epoxy resin to hold things together. Ah, human ingenuity. Marla had never been very good at remote viewing – she was too firmly in- her- self, and found the notion of mind/body duality so inherently ridiculous, that leaving her body behind was tough. Still, she could imagine what was happening all over the city now. Ordinary citizens emerging from their doubtless well- barricaded apartments, watching the vines and giant snakes and impossible rivers and vicious jungle cats turn to mist and smoke and absence. People lifting their faces up to the sun, and daring to hope their lives would go back to normal again. Well. “Normal” for a world where the existence of monsters and sorcerers was public knowledge, and where the threat of the Mason loomed just on the other side of the Rockies. Satisfied with the results of her kicking, Marla went and found the bush where she’d ditched her grape seed and squatted down, running her hands over the soil until she found the little kernel of communication. She blew the dirt off and slipped the seed back into her ear. Cole, you hear me?”“Marla!” The old man’s voice was full of undisguised wonder. You succeeded?”“I put the cat to sleep,” she said. How did the Alcatraz assault go?” She asked the question as nonchalantly as she could, but her stomach was a clench of knots. Bradley Bowman had died on her watch once already in one world, and if he died in another…“Some injuries, but no casualties,” Cole said. And they killed both Bethany and the Lynx, I’m assured.”“Good. Saves you having to do too much mopping up, then. With both the biggest bosses dead, the Jaguar’s toadies are probably scared and hopping away as fast as they can. Should I make my way back to the camp?”“My days of skulking in the sewers are over, Marla dear,” Cole said. I’ll send someone ’round to pick you up, and we’ll celebrate in greater splendor.”#Yasuko arrived eventually on a motorcycle, and was annoyed when Marla insisted on driving it herself. You don’t even know where we’re going!” she said.“I don’t ride bitch even more than I don’t know where we’re going,” Marla replied. You can give me directions. I’m a quick study.”The drive was scenic, taking them west and south around the coast of the city along the sea cliffs. The ocean was the same as always, vast and blue and largely indifferent to the acts of people and gods. The motorcycle handled the rough roadway and buckled concrete easily, apparently ‘chanted with spells to prevent crashes, which sort of took the challenge out of things – but Marla decided she’d had enough challenges for the day. They parked in front of the Cliff House, a multi- story Victorian wedding cake of a building perched on the cliffs above Ocean Beach, with commanding views of the sea. The building, once a restaurant, had become Sanford Cole’s base of operations before his exile. Doesn’t this place fall down a lot?” Marla said, climbing off the bike.“It’s burnt or collapsed or been accidentally exploded by dynamite something like five times since 1. 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Everyone cheered when Marla came in, shouting her first name and slapping her on the back as she tried to work her way deeper into the room. She scanned the space for Beta- B or Rondeau or Cole, but didn’t see them. Pie Bob pressed a glass of champagne into her hand, and Marla accepted it gratefully. She didn’t drink much, but one glass wouldn’t hurt, and god- toppling was thirsty work. The appreciation was nice too. Despite all the times she’d saved Felport, the other sorcerers there had never shouted “Three cheers for Marla!” Mostly they’d just bitched about collateral damage and lost income. Not that she would have enjoyed parties in her honor or anything, but it would’ve been nice to have the chance to fail to enjoy them. She made chit- chat with people as best she could – she was pretty crap at that sort of thing – until she found an unobstructed window with a good view. She stood looking out at the sea, trying to appear introspective and unapproachable as the sun bled down toward the horizon. Night was falling on the first day after the fall of the Jaguar. It would be a good night, she was sure.“Marla.” Rondeau stood at her shoulder. Could you come upstairs with me for a sec? Beta- B and me want you to hear something.”Marla sighed and knocked back the last of her champagne. What, is there a new crisis already?”Rondeau didn’t laugh. His face was so serious it might have been the rehearsal for a death mask. Yeah. Looks like it.”She followed him through the crowd and up a narrow staircase to the infinitely quieter second floor, and into a small bedroom, also decorated in High Victorian. A redhead sat on the bed beside Beta- B.“Marla, this is Anna,” Beta- B said. She’s a seer, and the best interpreter of dreams I’ve ever met. I told her about this dream I had, and, ah… Can you tell her what you told me, Anna?”Anna cleared her throat. 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It seems clear to me that it means the Mason –”“Fuck,” Marla said. She’s in my world?”“It seems possible.” Cole stepped in from the hallway. Reviewing the published literature to analyze the role of office space as an enabling resource and address the concepts of space planning and management in corporate organizations. Identifying the factors that space planners. Chicago breaking news from the Chicago Tribune. Find Chicago local news, Illinois news and more. Broken Mirrors was a free, serialized online novel about sorcerer Marla Mason by T.A. Pratt, supported by donations from readers. Since the serial is done, I'm no longer giving prizes for donations. (Feel free to give me money. Torrent anonymously with torrshield encrypted vpn pay with bitcoin. I’ve just been re- establishing contact with my agents back East, and things are chaotic there. The Mason and her lieutenant Crapsey both vanished, apparently around the same time Bradley here left for your world. They haven’t returned, and I gather her lieutenants are assassinating one another and fighting for power – it looks like the chaos witch Nicolette is winning, for now. Since Bradley went to your world, it seems possible the Mason and Crapsey did as well.”“The possible witch said, ‘When you open a doorway, it opens both ways,'” Rondeau said. And we never did figure out what the price was, for bringing Beta- B to our world.”“Now we know,” Marla said, trying to get her mind to spin up to crisis- management speed. Her brain felt dipped in liquid nitrogen, though, frozen and dull. What would the Mason – and Rondeau’s murderous, promiscuously body- jumping counterpart – do, unleashed in her world? What would they do to her city? Anna said, “That’s not all. Bradley’s vision suggests… that the Mason is planning to try and go to other worlds. That she’s going to take over other parallel dimensions, and force other versions of you into her service.”“That won’t happen,” Marla said. Because I’m going to end the bitch. She does not get to play in my world. No way.”“I’m going with you,” Beta- B said. Marla’s numb brain warmed up a fraction. Are you sure? You said even if we defeated the Jaguar that –”“I needed to stay to fight the Mason,” Beta- B said. Now she’s in your world. You came here, at great personal risk, and helped us. So I’m going to go over there and help you. If she’s planning to conquer the whole multiverse, I’ll have to deal with her again sooner or later anyway, so it might as well be now. I’m not planning to stay forever in your world, but –”Acting on impulse, as she so often did, Marla took Beta- B in her arms and hugged him. We’ve come a long way,” she said, “from you trying to cut off my head for a dark ritual.”“Lord, are you ever going to let me live that down?” Beta- B said. That was, like, a whole day ago.”“She holds grudges like I hold my liquor,” Rondeau said. Which is really well, in case you were wondering.”Marla turned to Cole. Sorry to save the city and run, but –”“I’ll arrange our fastest transport to Alcatraz,” Cole said.“At least we won’t get attacked by giant fucking snakes this time,” Rondeau said.#“Gods, you might have warned me.” Marla stared down at the corpse of the Lynx – known better to her as Joshua Kindler, who’d been her lover, briefly, and then her betrayer, and then a man dead by her hand. She shifted the strap of her shoulder bag, the cloak and dagger nestled securely inside. The man on the ground was one of the many things her artifacts had failed to protect her from.“Yeah.” Rondeau shuffled his feet. I, uh, wasn’t sure how to broach the subject. I know he’s kind of a sore point.”“Just as a reminder of my capacity for stupidity. But are you okay? Having to, you know…”“Kill somebody?” Rondeau shook his head. I’m a multiple murderer now, you know that? Alpha- B, and Joshua, and… does the Jaguar god’s mind count?”“He’s probably fine,” Marla said. Back upstairs ripping out the hearts of constellations or something by now.”“Yeah.” Rondeau nodded. Well, only two, then, and one was an accident, and one was self- defense. I’m not saying I won’t have some fucked- up dreams, but… I’m still a long way from reaching your body count, at least.”“Let’s keep it that way.” She beckoned Beta- B, who’d stood quietly aside during their conversation. Are you all set?”“Sure. It’s just passing through a wound gouged in the skin of reality itself. Nothing we haven’t done before.” He offered his hand, and she grasped it.
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