by P. S. Power
That was the most important thing for the time being, no matter what else he eventually became. He needed to engender good will now, while he had some momentum going that way. Otherwise he'd keep hitting road blocks, and it would just die, leaving him alone and standing in place, with who knew how many hostile creatures coming for him.
With that thought, he left, going through the front, using his shortcuts, and not really knowing how he was supposed to get floor space at Westfield. Hopefully he had enough friends left there that someone would help him with it. If not...
Then he'd figure it out.
If what he'd heard was correct, that was actually supposed to be what Greater Demons were good at.
Putting on a smile, in case anyone saw him, he crossed the street, then looking through carefully first, stepped into the Mall parking lot, to get his new life going for real. It would be hard, and take time, but he could do it. Now.
He hoped.
Taking a moment, he fixed that to something more certain, using a bit of magic and some concentration.
Then he knew he could do it, and went in.
Other Books
By
P.S. Power
Young Ancients:
(Tor)
The Builder
Knight Esquire
Knight of the Realm
Ambassador
Counselor
Slave Line
Ancient Kings
(Timon)
The Dark Half of the Sun
Lord of the Sky
(Tiera)
A Simple Darkness
The Silence within
The Infected:
Proxy
Gabriel
Cast Iron
Proxy: Reunions
Cellophane
Goblin
Dead End:
A Very Good Man
A Very Good Neighbor
A Very Good Thing
A Very Dark Place
Gwen Farris:
Abominations
Monsters
Strangers and Lies
Keeley Thomson:
Demon Girl
Keelzebub
Mistress of Souls
Demon Trap
Related works:
Christmas of the Vampire
Other Places:
Shortcuts
Road Blocks
The Lament:
Without Rhythm
Stand Alone Novels:
Crayons
An Unrelenting Terror
Friendzoned
