Skin Game
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It isnt about how big you are, Dresden, she said. Its about how smart you are. She shook her head. Maybe you need my help more than you know.
I wanted to tear out my hair. Dont you get it? I asked. Thats exactly what he wants you to think. Hes a player whos been operating since before your family tree got started, and hes setting you up.
Naked hatred filled her voice. He killed my friends.
Dammit, I said. You try to screw him over, hell kill you just as fast.
And yet youre doing it. She put the envelope carefully away in her tunic. Last time around, I thought I had it all together. I didnt think I needed your help. But I did. This time, its your turn. Get the stripper and tell her wed better get moving.
Why?
She touched the envelope through the tunic. Like I said. The former owners have been kind of persistent since I took this from their files.
Who?
The Fomor.
Ballsthose guys? I sighed, just as the horns blared and the band revved up into a swing number. Okay, lets g
The caterers came by again, all eight of them this time, in their identical uniforms, moving industriously. They were carrying two big trays, and abruptly dumped them onto their sides. The shiny metal covers clanged and clattered onto the floor, the sound lost in the rumble of drums, and from beneath them came two squirming, slithering things.
For a second, I wasnt sure what I was looking at. It was just two mounds of writhing purple-grey flesh mottled with blotches of other colors. And then they just sort of unspooled into writhing, grasping appendages and a weird bulbous body, and suddenly two creatures that looked like the torso of a hairless, gorilla-like humanoid grafted to the limbs of an enormous octopus came scuttle-humping over the floor toward us, preceded by a wave of reeking, rotten-fish stench and followed by twin trails of yellowish mucus.
Hells bells, I swore. I told her so. Nothings ever simple.
Ten
So, what do you call abominations like that? I wondered in an oddly calm corner of my brain as adrenaline kicked it into high gear. Octogorillataurs? Gorilloctopi? How are you going to whale properly on a thing if you dont even have a name for it?
More to the point, nameless hideous monsters are freaking terrifying. You always fear what you dont know, what you dont understand, and the first step to having understanding of something is to know what to call it. Its a habit of mine to give names to anything I wind up interacting with if it doesnt have one readily available. Names have powermagically, sure, but far more important, they have psychologicalpower. Something horrible with a name holds less power over you, less terror, than something horrible without one.
Octokongs, I pronounced grimly. Why did it have to be octokongs?
Are you kidding me? breathed Anna Valmont. Her body tensed like a quivering power line, but she didnt panic. Dresden?
At the other end of the hall, the band hit the first chorus of the swing number, drums rumbling. The octokongs came a-glumping toward us, ten limbs threshing, octopus and gorilla both, nearly human eyes burning with furious hate, but they werent what had me the most worried. The Fomor were a melting pot of a supernatural nation, the survivors of a dozen dark mythologies and pantheons that had apparently been biding their time for the past couple of thousand years, emerging from beneath the worlds oceans in the wake of the destruction of the Red Court of Vampires. Theyd spent the last couple of years giving everyone a hard time and making thousands of people vanish. Nobody knew why, yet, but the Fomors covert servitors on land looked human, had gills, and acted like exemplary monstersand they were what I was more worried about.
Behind the octokongs, the servitors in the caterer uniforms crouched down into ready positions, drawing out what looked chillingly like weighted saps, and every one of them was focused on Valmont. The beasties were just the attack dogs. The servitors were here to make Anna Valmont vanishalive. One could only have nightmares about what people who get their kicks stitching gorillas to octopi might do to a captive thief.
I didnt have any of my magical gear on me. That limited my options in the increasingly crowded public venue. Worse, theyd gotten close to us before coming at us. There was nowhere to run and no time for anything subtle.
Lucky for me.
Im not really a subtle guy.
I summoned forth my will, gathering it into a coherent mass, and crouched, reaching down and across my body with my right hand. Then I shouted, Forzare! as I rose, sweeping my arm out in a wide arc and unleashing a slew of invisible force as I did.
A wave of raw kinetic force lashed out from me in a crescent-shaped arc, catching both octokongs and all eight of the servitors, sending them tumbling backward.
The sudden, widely spread burst of magic also sent the heavy covered platters flying, and one of them hit edge-on and slashed right through one of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the ballroom. A genuine hotel staffer caught the edge of the spell and went sprawling as though clipped by an NFL linebacker. Hanging sheets of red fabric blew in a miniature hurricane, some of them tearing free of their fastenings and flying through the room. A couple of small tables and their chairs went spinning awayand almost every lightbulb in the place abruptly shattered in a shower of sparks.
I wanted to tear out my hair. Dont you get it? I asked. Thats exactly what he wants you to think. Hes a player whos been operating since before your family tree got started, and hes setting you up.
Naked hatred filled her voice. He killed my friends.
Dammit, I said. You try to screw him over, hell kill you just as fast.
And yet youre doing it. She put the envelope carefully away in her tunic. Last time around, I thought I had it all together. I didnt think I needed your help. But I did. This time, its your turn. Get the stripper and tell her wed better get moving.
Why?
She touched the envelope through the tunic. Like I said. The former owners have been kind of persistent since I took this from their files.
Who?
The Fomor.
Ballsthose guys? I sighed, just as the horns blared and the band revved up into a swing number. Okay, lets g
The caterers came by again, all eight of them this time, in their identical uniforms, moving industriously. They were carrying two big trays, and abruptly dumped them onto their sides. The shiny metal covers clanged and clattered onto the floor, the sound lost in the rumble of drums, and from beneath them came two squirming, slithering things.
For a second, I wasnt sure what I was looking at. It was just two mounds of writhing purple-grey flesh mottled with blotches of other colors. And then they just sort of unspooled into writhing, grasping appendages and a weird bulbous body, and suddenly two creatures that looked like the torso of a hairless, gorilla-like humanoid grafted to the limbs of an enormous octopus came scuttle-humping over the floor toward us, preceded by a wave of reeking, rotten-fish stench and followed by twin trails of yellowish mucus.
Hells bells, I swore. I told her so. Nothings ever simple.
Ten
So, what do you call abominations like that? I wondered in an oddly calm corner of my brain as adrenaline kicked it into high gear. Octogorillataurs? Gorilloctopi? How are you going to whale properly on a thing if you dont even have a name for it?
More to the point, nameless hideous monsters are freaking terrifying. You always fear what you dont know, what you dont understand, and the first step to having understanding of something is to know what to call it. Its a habit of mine to give names to anything I wind up interacting with if it doesnt have one readily available. Names have powermagically, sure, but far more important, they have psychologicalpower. Something horrible with a name holds less power over you, less terror, than something horrible without one.
Octokongs, I pronounced grimly. Why did it have to be octokongs?
Are you kidding me? breathed Anna Valmont. Her body tensed like a quivering power line, but she didnt panic. Dresden?
At the other end of the hall, the band hit the first chorus of the swing number, drums rumbling. The octokongs came a-glumping toward us, ten limbs threshing, octopus and gorilla both, nearly human eyes burning with furious hate, but they werent what had me the most worried. The Fomor were a melting pot of a supernatural nation, the survivors of a dozen dark mythologies and pantheons that had apparently been biding their time for the past couple of thousand years, emerging from beneath the worlds oceans in the wake of the destruction of the Red Court of Vampires. Theyd spent the last couple of years giving everyone a hard time and making thousands of people vanish. Nobody knew why, yet, but the Fomors covert servitors on land looked human, had gills, and acted like exemplary monstersand they were what I was more worried about.
Behind the octokongs, the servitors in the caterer uniforms crouched down into ready positions, drawing out what looked chillingly like weighted saps, and every one of them was focused on Valmont. The beasties were just the attack dogs. The servitors were here to make Anna Valmont vanishalive. One could only have nightmares about what people who get their kicks stitching gorillas to octopi might do to a captive thief.
I didnt have any of my magical gear on me. That limited my options in the increasingly crowded public venue. Worse, theyd gotten close to us before coming at us. There was nowhere to run and no time for anything subtle.
Lucky for me.
Im not really a subtle guy.
I summoned forth my will, gathering it into a coherent mass, and crouched, reaching down and across my body with my right hand. Then I shouted, Forzare! as I rose, sweeping my arm out in a wide arc and unleashing a slew of invisible force as I did.
A wave of raw kinetic force lashed out from me in a crescent-shaped arc, catching both octokongs and all eight of the servitors, sending them tumbling backward.
The sudden, widely spread burst of magic also sent the heavy covered platters flying, and one of them hit edge-on and slashed right through one of the floor-to-ceiling windows of the ballroom. A genuine hotel staffer caught the edge of the spell and went sprawling as though clipped by an NFL linebacker. Hanging sheets of red fabric blew in a miniature hurricane, some of them tearing free of their fastenings and flying through the room. A couple of small tables and their chairs went spinning awayand almost every lightbulb in the place abruptly shattered in a shower of sparks.
