Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Dead Rite chapter 158.10

“They do what?” Dill tried to remember the fairy tales his mother read to him as a child. “Is that legal?”

“It is if nobody ever knows. They put changelings in their place.”

“Do I really want to know?”

“Probably not.” Frederick turned back to the television. The mummy was carrying an unconscious woman to what looked like an embalming table. The scene changed to two two men entering a temple, presumably to stop the process. Was the girl lucky to be offered eternal life, Dill wondered, or unlucky to be given eternal undeath? He knew he'd rather be a golem than a mummy. Much less messy and he could upgrade as technology advanced. There was a new self-healing polymer on the market. If he could make a golem housing out of that the possibilities were endless.

“No, wait, I do.” Dill tried to tap the ghost on the shoulder but his hand – or what passed for a hand – went right through him. “Knowledge is power, right?”

“So they say.” Frederick didn't elaborate upon who 'they' might be. Was the word 'they' a universal constant? The social collective? “Where was I?”


“Right, yes. When the fae steal children they put changelings in their place. The changelings don't know they're not human but they often develop the senses of their parents.”

“And their parents are fae?”

“Partly. Usually fae-plus-one. A troll, say, or an elf, though half-elves are almost as nasty as elves themselves.” He smiled. “Ooh. That rhymed. I should write that down.” He smacked the imp over the head. “Remember that, will you?”

Delirious rubbed his ear, scowling. “What?”

“Elves themselves.”

“What about them?”

“It's a rhyme.”

“Yes.” The imp looked from the ghost to the golem and back. “Is that all?”

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