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Superhuman Week in Review February 21-27, 2021

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Magic in The Marsh:

Amanda Coulier is a teen shifter settling into boarding school with a bounty hunter for a guardian. Second semester has started and what better way to kick off the school year than using a bounty hunter’s borrowed gadgets to find the Everglades Kemana? Amanda’s searching for her talent, besides fur and fangs. Magic definitely isn’t it. What about plants? Better figure out magical flora before the thorny green one eats a student. But class isn’t the only thing on her mind…Best friend Summer’s acting weird. Jackson might be crushing on her. And a magical mob boss has an offer for her she can’t resist. Can Amanda juggle it all? If she learned anything from Johnny Walker, it was how to make it work with what you have. Will that be enough?

 

Leave The World Behind:

Cheyenne Summerlin is a Goth Drow with a lot of secrets. She just doesn’t know it yet. And they’re all starting to spill out. First, there are more haflings just like her. More magicals equals more problems. Then there’s her father. L’zar Vendys is a complicated Drow who makes enemies way too easily. And then there’s the truth her mother has been hiding from her. That little bomb may be the worst of all. Will Cheyenne be able to handle everything she learns? Will she be able to gain more control over her powers? Meanwhile a government agency is demanding all of her time. That doesn’t mean this Goth Drow is giving in to any of it any time soon. Cheyenne will write her own rules and then break them if she has to.

 

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Battle Tested:

She is back, she is pissed, and she has people with her the likes the Regime has never faced. The problem? The Regime is considerably more capable than the Chancellor has acted. Dreth and Meligorn support each other, but the Regime is not stupid. Can the Regime keep the two alien navies separated? Back on Earth, John is being presented as the Apostle. Can he persuade enough of the existing groups to matter for Stephanie’s hopeful return to Earth? Or will the Regime capture him? All Amaratne can do is have John try. Jaleck’s best Admiral is asking for a leave of absence without discussing the why. Will his absence doom Dreth in the moment of need? Not if Stephanie has anything to add to the discussion.

 

Sword Diplomacy:

What is the difference between ignorance and stupidity? Ignorance can be solved if you live long enough. Zaena has been sent as an Elven emissary to learn and build a relationship with humanity. She's only two hundred and fifty years old, so time should be on her side. Except she gets involved in a brutal gang war in the first month of landing on the shores of the West Coast of the United States. San Francisco, to be exact. Zaena quickly learns that her knowledge of humanity is closer to the twentieth than the present day twenty-first century. So much for her teachers’ study of humanity's television shows. She's got attitude, magic, and a sacred armor pendant. What she doesn't have is a clue. She will survive her ignorance or die trying to build a bridge and save her people.

 

 

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Everything Karl had learned as a police officer had to be worth more than just PI work. He knew he was meant for something bigger.


Karl leaned back in the seat of his Chevy Impala and let out an annoyed grunt. 

He’d found himself in a good spot in the poorly lit parking lot. Fortune had smiled on him in the form of three cars of around the same height. 

They provided enough of a barrier to help hide his presence if anyone in the motel room looked outside. He kept his phone in front of him, both as a camera and an excuse for what he was doing there.

“I need a partner,” he grumbled. “Then when I randomly talk about stuff to myself, I won’t look quite so crazy.” He looked around the mostly empty parking lot. “But if no one can hear me talk, then I won’t look crazy anyway.” He scratched his cheek. “Guess I don’t need a partner.”

In theory, being a private detective was supposed to include brooding and self-reflection. 

He should write down his thoughts so the eventual narrator of his life could capture his sardonic tone and dry wit about all the interesting cases he’d worked.

If he ever had any.

Karl wasn’t deluded enough to think anything like that was going to happen. Life wasn’t a detective novel where the good guy always nailed the scum in the end, any more than it was a cop drama where the hardboiled detective always managed to stop the mob scum before they got the innocent witness. 

He should know.

Karl’s hand curled into a fist, released, then did it again. 

He glared at the motel room’s closed curtains with enough pent-up anger that his failure to set them on fire proved pyrokinesis wasn’t real. 

At least the man in the room was only committing insurance fraud, not helping an organized crime outfit. 

That was the other problem with his future status as a detective-novel icon. His cases were a far cry from anything involving deep political corruption, femmes fatales, or jeweled falcons.

Screw the femmes fatales. Give him a good jeweled falcon any day.

The only good thing he could say about the situation was that his surveillance target wasn’t another person cheating on their spouse. 

Verifying infidelity had paid the bills since Karl left the San Francisco PD, but in a way, he found it more wearying than all the nastiness he had run into as a cop. 

He’d always felt like he needed an extra shower each night. In particular, it sucked when he had to explain to his client that their spouse had been caught hiking the Appalachian trail or bone-jumping.

 

Every once in a while, he had to explain the euphemisms. “Look, lady, your husband isn’t cheating on you with another woman. He was bone-jumping.”

That took a few minutes extra to explain. That was okay; in the end, Karl had billed her for the time.

As a cop, he worked for people in the abstract but the department directly. 

Working with a client and then seeing them break down in anger or tears when they realized someone close to them had betrayed them was different. He didn’t have the professional distance and the badge to hide behind.

“I can’t believe people watch that kind of thing on TV for fun,” Karl grumbled, looking around for a notebook. Maybe he could come up with new phrases to explain spouses on vacation.

“Maybe ‘unholy trinity?’ ‘Slutband?’ ‘Outsourcing getting their rocks off?’” He thought a bit more but looked up when a sudden flash caught his eye.

The motel room door opened, and his target, a balding, overweight middle-aged man, stepped out in a robe. 

He sighed.

A leggy blonde with obvious surgical augmentation in a barely-there nightgown wrapped her arms around his neck before jumping up and doing the same with her legs around his waist. 

His mark laughed and gave her a deep kiss.

“Oh, come on,” Karl complained, snapping some photos. “For a guy who is supposed to be in a neck brace with a bad back, you sure are holding up Mount Blondie well.” He shook his head. “Why the hell are you doing that kind of thing where anyone can see you, anyway?”

The woman slithered down the man before standing and licking her lips. She sashayed inside while the target motioned into the distance. He reached inside the door and grabbed a small ice bucket before saying something to the woman and closing the door. 

So much for dignity.

“Why the motel room, pal?” Karl wondered. “You’re not even married. Are you smarter than I thought? You know I’m sniffing around?”

The man stopped and looked around. 

Karl didn’t even try to sink into his driver’s seat. 

His huge frame meant he couldn’t pull off that kind of stealth. He stared at his phone instead, per his original plan. The target barely glanced his way before continuing around a corner on his quest for ice.

A minute later, his surveillance target returned from his ice expedition and headed into his room. Nothing happened for a couple of minutes. Then it all hit the fan.

The door flew open. The man charged into the parking lot, running past the other cars.

“Well, damn,” Karl muttered. “He didn’t seem like the type, but whatever.”

Karl didn’t reach for the gun beneath his black leather jacket. The man wasn’t armed. He maneuvered between cars with surprising speed and skill for a man as injured as he should be. 

Karl took the opportunity to record a video of the approach.

“You idiot.” He shook his head. “I’m embarrassed for you.”

The angry man arrived at the Impala and pounded on the hood with his palms. Karl frowned. It wasn’t a new or nice car anymore, but it was his, and more importantly, it was paid off. 

“Get out here, you sick son of a bitch,” the man snarled. “I’m going to rearrange your face, you damned freak.”

Karl opened his door slowly, ducking his head to help get his massive frame through to the outside. He stood to his full height of six foot five and dusted off his hands on his jacket. 

It’d be a lie to say he wouldn’t enjoy this part.

The other man licked his lips, the anger in his eyes morphing into obvious concern. He took a deep breath and squared his shoulders before stepping away from the front of the car toward Karl.

Stepping up to a shaven-headed bear who had good seven inches and sixty or so pounds of muscles on you took balls. Karl was well aware he’d always looked more like a biker or a professional wrestler than a typical detective. 

He’d taken advantage of that and relied on it. Even this last year, while his golf clubs might have been sitting in the closet at home, his weights hadn’t.

Karl cracked the knuckles of one hand over the fist of the other. “You were saying, pal?”

“You’ve been spying on me and the girl, haven’t you?” the other man managed to spit out. “You think I was fooled by you hiding behind your phone?”

Nothing worse than a guy not smart enough to hide from a PI but smart enough to spot his tail. The man should have come up with a better fraud.

“You want to fight me?” Karl offered in a low voice. He cracked the knuckles on his other hand. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, but it’s your call.”

“Why the hell are you watching me, freak? Who are you?” He looked Karl up and down. “You after my woman?”

“Let me give this one warning, asshole.” Karl took a single heavy step forward. “You fight me, you’re going to end up in a real neck brace. Understand?

“What are you talking about?” The man stepped back, his eyes widening. His fingers went to his neck. “Brace? Wait. You’re not a Peeping Tom? Oh, God. You work for the insurance company?”

“Let’s say I work for an interested third party who doesn’t believe you sustained the injuries you claim.” Karl inclined his head toward the Impala’s hood. “And you’re lucky you didn’t dent my car. Otherwise, this would already be a much more painful conversation. Before, the only evidence I had was you walking around without a lot of obvious pain. Now I’ve got you charging at me like the moron you are.” He nodded at the room. “Not to mention that chick hanging from you. If I were you, I’d go tell your little friend in there you’ve got to go home and make some phone calls. If you pull out of this right now, maybe you won’t end up getting nailed for fraud, too. You can tell them you made a mistake. I don’t know.” Karl shrugged. “Honestly, I don’t care. I get paid either way.”

The man stumbled back, shaking. His eyes flitted to the left, then the right before focusing on Karl. “I thought they might be watching. I watched a video on the net about it and how to avoid it. They said you had to look out for…” He gripped his head in his hands. “I’m so screwed.”

“I think that’s what was going in the room before, but what’s going to happen isn’t going to be as much fun.” Karl waved a negligent hand. “Have a good night.”

The man turned and slunk toward the motel room, head down, arms hanging loosely at his side. 

Now he looked injured.

Karl waited until the man stepped back into his motel room before cramming himself back into his car. “I’m a brooding PI who’s wasting his nights going after insurance fraudsters and cheating spouses. Could I be more of a stereotype?” He set his stuff on the seat so it wouldn’t fall if he had to brake hard. “Maybe I should start wearing trench coats and fedoras and take up smoking.”

There was no reason for him to stick around, so he started the car and pulled out of the parking lot. He could send the evidence to the insurance company tomorrow, be done with this crap case, and hopefully move on to something interesting.

Karl turned on the radio. He might as well figure if the world was going to hell. Or at least more than it was on any other day.

“Police remain tight-lipped about reports of an increase in local Triad activity,” offered a reporter. “There is some concern that one of the more dangerous of the local organized crime groups, the so-called Demon Overlords, may be responsible for a string of high-profile murders described as assassinations of members of rival Triads and other local organized crime groups. Though the smaller organization was almost completely suppressed following a controversial high-profile investigation last year, the Overlords have reportedly been aggressively expanding in recent weeks after a power struggle at the top replaced the previous leader with a brash arrival from Hong Kong. The FBI and local police are offering minimal comment about the murders, noting only that they’ve focused additional resources on all Bay Area organized crime groups and don’t anticipate any major threats to the public at large.”

Karl turned off the radio and glared at it as if it had betrayed him. “You bastards think you can do whatever you want.” He squeezed his hands around the steering wheel. “I could wear a mask. Do something. I could track them down, and I wouldn’t have to play by all the old rules. I could make them afraid to show their faces in this state, let alone this city. Demon Overlords? You arrogant bastards.”

He stopped and hung his head.

A man who drove a ten-year-old Impala and scraped by as a PI filming pathetic men outside motels wasn’t going to last long as a masked vigilante. Being big and angry wasn’t enough. Bruce Wayne wouldn’t have been as impressive without his billions of dollars of tech backing him.

Karl loosened his grip. He’d figure out something. He had to.

There were no superheroes out there. No man or woman was walking around San Francisco with hidden powers and a dedication to justice. The world wasn’t that fair. 

To be clear, the world wasn’t evil either, only apathetic.

“I’ll figure out a way,” he hissed. “My way. No rules. No murderers slipping through the cracks.”

Something needed to change. 

He wasn’t sure how long he could go around chasing low-end cheaters and fraudsters. That wasn’t justice. 

That was saving people money here and there and telling others what they already knew about their cheating spouses. 

Going back to the force had popped up, but that wasn’t an option. Even if he could convince himself it was a good idea, he was too messed up. 

He wasn’t going to put a partner’s life in danger because his head wasn’t screwed on tight enough.

Karl checked his rearview mirror. The fraudster hadn’t reemerged with a gun or hopped into a car to run him off the road. It didn’t happen a lot, but it did happen enough that he never went on a surveillance job without bringing a gun.

The big difference between being a PI and a cop was that he had no backup. He had to clean up his own mess if he got into trouble.

It might be nice if he had some sort of one-eight-hundred-clean-up-the-bodies phone number like John Wick.

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If we were able to come to Earth for the first time, I wonder if we would be as excited about the little things as this young elf.


 

The death of a people can come quickly, or it can be slow.

The elves were dying slowly.

Most would say it was better not to know one’s time of death.

Elves had long lives but few children.

One child was a blessing, two a surprise, three an astonishingly rare event.

Four?

Well, no one planned for a fourth child. It had never happened.

Now, elves around the globe depended on the unplanned princess for their futures.

For some, it was a blessing not to know she was making an effort.

If she failed, there would be no disappointment.

Her parents and brothers watched her leave, not knowing if they would see her again.

 

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Zaena skipped across the water, her spell bouncing the small magic-created raft on the ocean’s surface. 

She would have loved to have run or flown across the ocean to her destiny, but even an elf with strong magical power had limits. 

A beach lay in the distance, ready to receive her, she hoped.

“Almost there,” she whispered in Elvish, not sure if she meant the comment for the ocean or the fish dancing beneath her feet, silver flashing from their backs.

In the short time since leaving her kingdom, Zaena had learned to love much about the world outside the lands of her people, although she had spent most of that time on an enchanted boat. 

Everything had been fresh, stimulating—the salty scent of the ocean, the joyful dolphins, the sonorous whales, the rich diversity of birds flying everywhere. 

It was almost enough to make her wish she’d been born a Sea Elf.

Zaena yearned for a forest in her soul, even as she enjoyed everything the blue expanse revealed as it conveyed her to her destination.

Life. That’s what it was, pure life. 

But those were only the best things on the surface. As she noted the lights on the horizon, her eyes wandered to the stars illuminating the path to forever.

When the artificial sun warming their underground enclave dimmed as part of its cycle, the resulting shallow darkness lacked stars. Going to the surface and looking at the twinkling glory of so many points of light in the sky was a powerful reminder of what her people had lost when they were forced to flee for their protection.

In short, the stars above awed her.

But duty called, and that meant she needed to get to her destination first, and she had. 

Get there alive. For all of her abilities, the ocean feared no elf. She giggled. All of her abilities would be useless if a shark looked up and decided that elf was for dinner.

“Not a pleasant way to die,” she murmured as she took a step forward.

The tiny raft carrying her sizzled before fading into a thick white mist behind her as she stepped off. 

The white cloud dissipated into the night air, looking like nothing more than a tiny patch of fog over the expanse of the ocean. 

According to her limited experience, most elves disliked human technology, even when they had never dealt directly with either humans or their technology. 

Zaena didn’t agree with that. Humans might not have magic, but their machines were wonders of a different sort. Any species with such grand vision could be convinced to work with the elves.

If not, my people will die. She shook her head. Now was not the time to become morose. She had decades in front of her to accomplish her goal before starting to grieve.

A glittering constellation of lights extended as far as she could see, marking a grand castle of human existence. It was as if a portion of the night sky had fallen to land and lay there, gleaming, ahead.

She unfolded a smile like the bud of a flower that opens majestically under the full moon. 

Her first city. 

The Golden Gate Bridge stretched out in the distance, lit up. Small lights flowed over it. 

Cars.

“Exactly like the pictures!” She clapped her hands. Everything was better when experienced in person.

Zaena inhaled, her chest expanding as she counted to eight. 

A smile tickled the edge of her lips. All I need to do is go there acting like I’m a baby elf, only forty years old.

Humans would see through her disguise if she acted excited about every random awe-inspiring spectacle on her trip. She stopped for a second, standing atop the water as the waves broke around her, leaving her clothes dry.

She chewed the inside of her lip.

First, get ashore without being detected. 

Technology was grand in its scope and potential, but she didn’t think humans carefully monitored every beach.

Her arms encircled her, easing over her skin. Moments later, a wave of light erased her physical form, leaving only a blurred, wavering outline difficult to see in daylight and nearly impossible to see at night on the ocean.

Zaena’s strides lengthened as she rose and fell with the crashing waves. 

The shore was close, an expanse of sand and rock. Groups of humans stood here and there on the beach around small bonfires, chatting and laughing, bottles in hand. 

She wanted to cry out in joy. Every elf deserved to be here.

Perhaps if she succeeded, they would come someday. 

And that, in a nutshell, was now the purpose of her life.

Zaena released a small portion of the invisibility spell as she moved toward a rocky section of the beach with no humans. 

She raised her hand to her face, turning it back and forth to inspect it for blue crystals. She didn’t find any, as she hadn’t her entire trip.

Her tutors had instructed her to check twice a day, though she thought it was pointless. If she were vulnerable to the Creeping Azure, they wouldn’t have dared send her out, and she would have died long since.

They hadn’t provided any real explanation about what she was supposed to do if she started showing symptoms. It would take too long for her to return home, and she’d been ordered to destroy her boat. It wasn’t like even an elf with her power and mastery of water and air magic could run or fly thousands of miles.

It’s as if a few acquire age and wisdom and others senility in thoughts and comments. It’s not like it takes much to think things through logically.

“They just open up their aging lips and expect the words passing over them to wrap up ignorant blather like gems coming from the deepness of space,” she whispered, the breaking of the waves drowning out her musings.

Over the last few weeks, talking to herself had become a way of arguing with the voices in her head. Call it arrogance, confidence, or wishful thinking, she was sure whatever might strike her down on the mission wouldn’t be the Creeping Azure. She pushed the magical disease out of her mind.

Her boots sank into the wet sand, leaving a trail for the water to lap away.

Zaena made her way to the deep shadows of a rock outcropping and dropped the rest of her invisibility spell. She cracked her neck, preparing herself. A little shrink of the ears and a change of her outfit, and she was nothing more than another tall, lithe human woman with long blonde hair and crystal-blue eyes. 

There are millions of females like me on the surface, right?

She stepped out of the shadows in her human outfit, a soft pink circle dress with a poodle on the skirt. It fell to her ankles. A black belt cinched her waist. The ensemble was topped off with white and pink saddles shoes. 

Just another human, no one to be suspicious of.

“I’m good at this already,” Zaena said in a hushed voice, eyeing her clothing. “An expert at infiltration.”

The only thing she couldn’t hide was the ruby necklace around her delicate throat. The strong magic flowing from the jewelry would disrupt any attempt at direct enchantment.

Zaena took in her outfit and pursed her lips for a moment, then nodded. 

“Clothes, clothes.” She looked around the beach. “My kingdom for more clothes.” She put her hand over the gold jingling in the bag she had disguised as a white purse.

She needed money she could use in this country, a base of operations to live and work out of, and… 

Funds first.

Judging by what the tutors had told her, simply strolling up to a human bank and attempting to make an exchange would raise many questions and lead to potential accusations that she was a criminal. 

She wasn’t ready to deal with the human authorities. 

Her shoes sank into the sand as she made her way away from the rock. She edged toward one of the bonfires. 

“I’m here,” she whispered in Elven, “in San Francisco.” 

Zaena paused and rolled her eyes before repeating the same thing in English. “Seriously, here two minutes, and you blow your cover.” Fluency wasn’t a problem, but the habitual use of her native language would be.

Infiltrate, identify, ingratiate. 

The time for honesty and openness would come, but she needed to keep to her plan, and at least for her, time wasn’t important. What was one year or even five to her? She could take fifty years and look like she hadn’t aged a week.

Clutching the purse, Zaena strolled toward the bonfire and the six humans enjoying themselves. 

Everyone was young by human standards, in their late teens to early twenties. 

That worked. She looked around that age from their point of view. There were three young men and three young women, all sitting on logs around the fire.

Zaena slowed before entering the light.

One of the boys wrapped his arm around a redheaded female. “So I said, bro, if you can prove that, I’ll give you the whole thing.”’

Those gathered around the fire chuckled.

The boy glanced Zaena’s way as she entered the light, and his arm dropped slowly as his eyes widened. He licked his lips. 

The other boys and a blonde girl reacted similarly. The redheaded girl glared at the joking boy, but the last girl was staring at Zaena with a quizzical look.

The staring girl was petite, with short black hair and glasses. 

She wore honest-to-goodness American blue jeans and a t-shirt under a red jacket. Humans were odd and capricious about their categories, but from Zaena’s training as applied to the United States, she would have classified the girl as Asian. 

That made sense. According to her tutors, Asian-Americans, particularly those of Chinese descent, represented a major chunk of the city’s population, which had strong immigrant communities. 

That was one of the reasons she’d been pushed to learn both the Mandarin and Cantonese dialects of Chinese in addition to English and Spanish.

A proper opening in a conversation was akin to the first move in a battle. It could determine everything that would come after. She’d practiced this many times in the kingdom, and now she was ready to use her English on actual human Americans.

Zaena waved and offered a bright smile. “A hearty good evening to you on this joyous night, friends.”

The redheaded girl looked at her. “You talk like that, and you’re dressed like that? Did you just fall out of a time machine from the 1950s? Or was it the 1850s?”

“I don’t believe so.” Zaena blinked, looking down at herself before gazing back at her. “Is that some sort of idiom?”

The joking boy grinned. “Cool accent. You’re not from around here, are you?”

Cool accent? She’d been told she had the best, most natural human accent by her tutors. But she’d been prepared for this possibility even if it hurt her pride.

“No,” Zaena replied. “I’m not from around San Francisco or the United Kin…United States. I am indeed not from around here.”

An excellent initial infiltration of human society. 

There was nothing to see there but another standard and normal young human woman in a poodle skirt on the beach at night in San Francisco.

“She’s from Europe,” one of the other boys insisted. “A hot blonde chick with a European accent?” He scratched his chin. “I think it’s a European accent. She’s probably from Sweden.”

Zaena kept smiling. Seriously? 

She’d studied many languages in preparation for her mission but not Swedish. Even with many years to prepare, she couldn’t learn everything. She had studied those deemed most likely to be critical to her mission.

“I’m not from Sweden,” she replied cautiously. “I’m sure it is a most lovely country, though.”

The joking boy rubbed his hands and stared at her, almost as if transfixed by her face. She didn’t feel anything wrong with the spell, so she didn’t know why he was doing that. He was smiling. That was a good sign. People didn’t tend to attack while smiling.

“Norway?” another boy guessed.

“It’s not like Scandinavia is the only place in the world with light-haired women,” the blonde girl interjected with a roll of her eyes. 

“Finland,” another of the boys shouted excitedly.

Zaena shook her head. “I can’t say that’s true, either. Your friend is correct. I’m not from any country in the Scandinavian region.”

She wanted to shout in glee about how naturally the conversation was unfolding. She must have sounded like any other young human to these people, not like an elf pretending to be a human.

The Asian girl frowned slightly and folded her arms. Zaena hoped she wasn’t offending her but couldn’t see how she might have.

“Switzerland,” the third boy suggested.

“That’s not even in Northern Europe, idiot,” the joking boy retorted.

“But she just said…” He scoffed at his friend before turning and smiling at Zaena. “Are you Swiss?”

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I suppose a tall blonde foreigner must be from Scandanavia. Zaena being so delighted by this simple conversation is making it easy to like her. Keep checking back for the next snippet of Unplanned Princess Book 1: Sword Diplomacy. Follow this princess's adventure on February 26th, or go and pre-order it now.

 

 

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