Posts Tagged ‘Ghoster’

blackwhiteGage Malloy crosses the floor of The Foundry Bar to the open front door. The few people milling about on the streets outside pay him little attention. It’s still warm for December and they’ve got other places to be. There’s moisture in the air and clouds rolling in from the west promising an evening storm, and those people passing by, they can sense it coming; so best hurry before getting caught up in something unhealthy.

Standing there in the doorway Gage squints up at the afternoon sky. He can feel it too. An ominous tingle below the skin. But he’s not concerned. The bar is his, free and clear, always a haven from the raging storms.

“Hey, you think you could get me another drink?”

Gage glances back into the bar. It’s cool and dim inside. Not much to look at. The furniture has seen better days, but it’ll do until Gage can salvage better. The crowd’s light this afternoon and scattered around the place; A couple paired off back in the corner booth, quiet and keeping to themselves; A knot of teenagers throwing darts and being loud like teenagers tend to be; the barflies sit at the bar, empty stools between them, keeping what ails them personal and private.

“Today maybe?”

Then there’s Steve, The Foundry’s one true show-boat. Twenty-four years old and already half a step from the grave. If the alcohol don’t kill him one of his Tip’s will. Steve’s a Crown, and a dirty, two-timing one at that. Around Chalk Street word gets around a Crown is skimming or double dipping it’s not long before his whole outfit is wiped. (more…)


Chapter 4 – Gage visits Cullen

Gage feels the heat of their stares on the back of his neck. His nerves are rattled, his muscles tense; he doesn’t need this. Turning, Gage throws up his hands, shows them empty.

“This doesn’t concern you people,” he shouts. “I’m on this man’s step because it’s between him and me. I didn’t come here to kill anybody so don’t make me change my mind.”

In the surrounding apartments curtains twitch and fall shut, blinds roll closed. Gage nods his head and turns back to Cullen’s door.

“Open this fucking door,” he says and bangs at it with closed fists. “I just want to talk. You know I can get inside on my own but if I have to slip through a shroud it’s going to hurt me.”

Gage steps back from the door. He knows Cullen; certain Cullen’s watching through the peep. “Cullen,” he says quietly. “What kind of mood will you expect to find then?

The lock clicks and the door opens a couple of inches.

The life of a Ghoster is tough. Slipping in and out of the Veil, from this world to The Other, tends to weigh on a man’s soul. And when you lose someone, someone special, in The Other they don’t really go away. Their Tether clings to you like cobwebs in an old house.

Gage Malloy retired from ghosting years ago. Once the best Sword a crew could ever want, Gage is now nothing more than a worn-down bartender. But he’s okay with that; working the counter won’t get anyone killed.

But when an old friend turned enemy walks into his bar, an enemy he thought dead, he realizes you can’t escape your past. Now Gage must step back into his role as Sword and slip through the Veil one more time to stop a plot that may very well destroy both worlds.