Skin Game
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Magic lanced from my staff, disruptive and hectic, a spear of greenish light wreathed with corkscrewing helixes of green-white energy. The dispersal spell smashed into the Way and tore it to shreds, closing the passage between the mortal world and the Underworld as thoroughly as dy***ite brings down a tunnel.
And instantly, the Underworld was plunged into pitch-darkness, broken only by the few smoldering remnants from the Gate of Fire, visible only dimly, at the other end of the tunnel.
I heard several sharp indrawn breaths before I could bring light from my staff and my mothers pentacle amulet with a murmur and a minor effort of will. Green and blue light, respectively, illuminated the area around me, and spread out for a remarkable distance, reflected endlessly by the Gate of Ice and its thousands of moving parts.
The light revealed Nicodemuss hard, narrow eyes. Dresden, he snapped. Explain yourself.
Sure, I said. See, the way I figure it, after I get you through this gate, Ive got exactly zero utility to you people. It would be a great time for you to stick a knife in my back.
That wasnt the plan, Nicodemus said.
Yeah, youre such a Boy Scout, Nick, I said, with the best of intentions. But for the sake of argument, lets say you werent. Lets say you were a treacherous bastard who would enjoy seeing me dead. Lets say you realized that here, in the most secure portion of the Underworld, the demesne of a major Power, thered be no way for Mab to directly observe what you do. Lets say your plan all along was to kill me and leave me here in the Underworld, maybe even try to pin the whole thing on me so that you dont have to worry about the client, lateryou could just let him tangle with Mab, sit back on your evil ass, and laugh yourself sick over it.
Something ugly flickered far back in Nicodemuss eyes. I didnt know if Id gotten every single little detail of his plan right, but I was sure Id been in the ballpark.
Maybe you can still pull it off, I said. But if you do, youre going to have to find another ride. If I dont make it to the end of this, theres no one left to open the Way homeand we all stay down here.
His jaw tightened, but other than that, his expression didnt change.
Christ, Dresden, Grey complained. What if you get killed trying to run through that thing? How are we all supposed to get out of here then?
It was a point that had bothered me, too, but Id had few options to work with. Besides, given a choice between a psychotically dangerous, bone-crunching obstacle course or Nicodemus at my back with nothing to gain by keeping me alive, I knew damned well which was more likely to result in my deathand once Nicodemus took me out,there was no way hed choose to leave my friends alive behind me as witnesses to his treachery.
Well, golly, Goodman. Then I guess it looks like youll all be well motivated to genuinely wish me good luck and think positive thoughts, I said. I turned to the hulking blur that was the Genoskwa. Starting with you, big guy. Come on over. I need to get a better look at this thing.
A subterranean growl rumbled through the air, audible even over the grinding of the Gate of Ice.
Hey, I said, spreading my hands. Be that way if you want to. Its not like that attitude might get all of you trapped in the Underworld forever or anything. I hear, like, two or three whole people made it out of this place. Ever.
The Genoskwa rippled out from beneath his veil and stalked toward me. Im pretty sure I only imagined that his footsteps shook the ground beneath my feet as he walked, and I had a sudden desire to flee with my arms out in front of me and my legs rotating in a circular blur. But instead, I stood my ground, eyed the Genoskwa, and thrust out my jaw as it got closer.
Michael laid his hand on his sword and put himself between Anna Valmont and the rest of the group, his expression questioning. I gave my head a quick shake. If Michael drew Amoracchius in earnest against this crew, there would be a fight to the death and thats all there was to it. I didnt mind the thought of a fight, but I wanted better ground and better odds if I could get them.
Nick, I said, without looking away from the Genoskwa, run the numbers before your gorilla does something stupid.
I saw Nicodemus nod his head to one side, and Deirdre suddenly slipped between me and the Genoskwa, facing him, both palms lifted in a gesture of pacification.
Stop, she said in a quiet voice. The wizard is insufferable, but hes correct. We still need him.
The Genoskwa could have kicked Deirdre aside like an empty beer can, but instead he slowed, glowering down at her and then, more intensely, at me.
Arrogant child, the Genoskwa rumbled. His eyes went to the Gate of Ice and then back toward the now-closed Way. You think youre clever.
I think I want to get home alive, I said, and if I thought that you people would be willing to behave with something approaching sanity for five minutes, stuff like this wouldnt be necessary. Shut up and play the game, and dont come crying to me if you arent winning. Lift me up. I need to get a look at the whole field if I can.
Because that might help. He lifted one rubbery lip away from his tusks and said to Deirdre, Rather rot down here than help this one for two minutes. Then he turned his broad, shaggy back and padded away.
And instantly, the Underworld was plunged into pitch-darkness, broken only by the few smoldering remnants from the Gate of Fire, visible only dimly, at the other end of the tunnel.
I heard several sharp indrawn breaths before I could bring light from my staff and my mothers pentacle amulet with a murmur and a minor effort of will. Green and blue light, respectively, illuminated the area around me, and spread out for a remarkable distance, reflected endlessly by the Gate of Ice and its thousands of moving parts.
The light revealed Nicodemuss hard, narrow eyes. Dresden, he snapped. Explain yourself.
Sure, I said. See, the way I figure it, after I get you through this gate, Ive got exactly zero utility to you people. It would be a great time for you to stick a knife in my back.
That wasnt the plan, Nicodemus said.
Yeah, youre such a Boy Scout, Nick, I said, with the best of intentions. But for the sake of argument, lets say you werent. Lets say you were a treacherous bastard who would enjoy seeing me dead. Lets say you realized that here, in the most secure portion of the Underworld, the demesne of a major Power, thered be no way for Mab to directly observe what you do. Lets say your plan all along was to kill me and leave me here in the Underworld, maybe even try to pin the whole thing on me so that you dont have to worry about the client, lateryou could just let him tangle with Mab, sit back on your evil ass, and laugh yourself sick over it.
Something ugly flickered far back in Nicodemuss eyes. I didnt know if Id gotten every single little detail of his plan right, but I was sure Id been in the ballpark.
Maybe you can still pull it off, I said. But if you do, youre going to have to find another ride. If I dont make it to the end of this, theres no one left to open the Way homeand we all stay down here.
His jaw tightened, but other than that, his expression didnt change.
Christ, Dresden, Grey complained. What if you get killed trying to run through that thing? How are we all supposed to get out of here then?
It was a point that had bothered me, too, but Id had few options to work with. Besides, given a choice between a psychotically dangerous, bone-crunching obstacle course or Nicodemus at my back with nothing to gain by keeping me alive, I knew damned well which was more likely to result in my deathand once Nicodemus took me out,there was no way hed choose to leave my friends alive behind me as witnesses to his treachery.
Well, golly, Goodman. Then I guess it looks like youll all be well motivated to genuinely wish me good luck and think positive thoughts, I said. I turned to the hulking blur that was the Genoskwa. Starting with you, big guy. Come on over. I need to get a better look at this thing.
A subterranean growl rumbled through the air, audible even over the grinding of the Gate of Ice.
Hey, I said, spreading my hands. Be that way if you want to. Its not like that attitude might get all of you trapped in the Underworld forever or anything. I hear, like, two or three whole people made it out of this place. Ever.
The Genoskwa rippled out from beneath his veil and stalked toward me. Im pretty sure I only imagined that his footsteps shook the ground beneath my feet as he walked, and I had a sudden desire to flee with my arms out in front of me and my legs rotating in a circular blur. But instead, I stood my ground, eyed the Genoskwa, and thrust out my jaw as it got closer.
Michael laid his hand on his sword and put himself between Anna Valmont and the rest of the group, his expression questioning. I gave my head a quick shake. If Michael drew Amoracchius in earnest against this crew, there would be a fight to the death and thats all there was to it. I didnt mind the thought of a fight, but I wanted better ground and better odds if I could get them.
Nick, I said, without looking away from the Genoskwa, run the numbers before your gorilla does something stupid.
I saw Nicodemus nod his head to one side, and Deirdre suddenly slipped between me and the Genoskwa, facing him, both palms lifted in a gesture of pacification.
Stop, she said in a quiet voice. The wizard is insufferable, but hes correct. We still need him.
The Genoskwa could have kicked Deirdre aside like an empty beer can, but instead he slowed, glowering down at her and then, more intensely, at me.
Arrogant child, the Genoskwa rumbled. His eyes went to the Gate of Ice and then back toward the now-closed Way. You think youre clever.
I think I want to get home alive, I said, and if I thought that you people would be willing to behave with something approaching sanity for five minutes, stuff like this wouldnt be necessary. Shut up and play the game, and dont come crying to me if you arent winning. Lift me up. I need to get a look at the whole field if I can.
Because that might help. He lifted one rubbery lip away from his tusks and said to Deirdre, Rather rot down here than help this one for two minutes. Then he turned his broad, shaggy back and padded away.
