Montague & Strong Detective Novels Box Set: Montague & Strong Detective Novels Books, 1 through 3 (Montague & Strong Case Files)
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Silver Clouds Dirty Sky
A Montague and Strong Book 4
Faith is the substance of things hoped for. The evidence of things not seen. -Hebrews 11:1
ONE
I HATED TELEPORTATION.
We landed on smooth stone and I seriously considered never moving again. I looked up at the night sky. It took a few seconds before I realized we left New York City at dawn.
“Stay in the circle,” Monty said and gestured. Light blue runes floated over us. “I can’t determine the effects on a jump of that scale. It’s safer if you stay inside.”
“Where the hell are we, Monty?” I sat up and really looked around this time. Peaches was sprawled out, stunned, but moving slowly next to me. Beside him lay Michiko, unconscious. I didn’t see Dex. I tried to stand and the ground shifted in several directions, advising me that remaining seated was a good idea right now. “Where’s Dex?”
Monty pointed with his chin while he kept gesturing. We were in a courtyard. A large squat stone building sat in front of us in the darkness. In fact, from what I could tell in the darkness, stone buildings surrounded us.
On the ground a few feet away lay Dex, with a woman next to him. It was hard to make out features, but the chill in the air gave me a clue.
“Monty,” I whispered. “Is that—?”
She looked up at me then and I stared into the eyes of the Morrigan. Her eyes gave off a faint green glow as she laid Dex’s head gently on the stone and approached.
“Which one of you allowed him to cast a spatial temporal circle—using his blood?” she asked with a smile.
That little voice I always ignored suggested burrowing into the stone and hiding. For once, I agreed with it.
“Well met, Morrigan,” Monty said, stepping out of the circle and giving her a short bow.
“That remains to be seen, mage.” She pointed at Dex without turning. “How did this happen?”
“He cast the blood circle to save us,” Monty said, glancing back at the rest of us quickly. “No one tells my uncle what to do or when. You know that better than most. I did my best to limit the backlash. I didn’t know he would be bringing us here or time-skipping.”
“Where is here?” I asked, getting unsteadily to my feet. The ground only wobbled slightly this time. In the dim light, I managed to make out a plaque affixed to the crumbling stone wall next to us which read: Wardrobe Tower-12th Century. “This isn’t much of a wardrobe tower.”
“The damn fool,” Morrigan whispered and stepped back to Dex’s body and knelt next to him. “He has exceeded his capacity and nearly killed himself in the process. What caused him to take such action?”
“We were evading a magistrate,” Monty replied. “One sent to apprehend or eliminate me.”
“That black orb that ate the Goat didn’t say apprehend to me,” I said, walking around the stone wall. Behind it stood a larger structure. “He was trying to kill us—especially you.”
Peaches stirred and sniffed the air. I rubbed his belly as he stood on wobbly legs. Whatever we just did had hit him just as hard as it hit me. Michiko was still unconscious.
“I’ll get you something to eat—as soon as I figure out where we are,” I said, looking at Monty.
“The Consortium will be arriving soon,” Morrigan said, scooping up Dex’s body with little effort. A black raven swooped in and landed on her shoulder. “You will have to find another way to return. Your uncle will be in runic stasis for some time and the Consortium would like to have some words with him—violent words.”
“He managed to anger them again, hasn’t he?” Monty said with a shake of his head.
Morrigan smiled. “He’s your uncle. Why ask questions you can answer?”
“Consortium?” I looked at Monty. “There’s no Consortium in New York.”
The Penumbra Consortium was the older, darker, angrier, European version of the Dark Council—heavy hitters with long memories and longer reach. They oversaw and controlled the Western Hemisphere.
“You are correct, Simon.” Morrigan flashed her green eyes at me and began phasing out of sight, taking Dex with her. “But then again, you are no longer in New York.”
Her voice trailed off in the night as I turned to Monty. “Where did he teleport us?” I said, trying to keep my voice calm.
“It’s more where and when.” Monty adjusted his sleeves. “A blood circle allows the caster to incorporate an additional component to the teleportation circle—in this case it was a temporal component.”
“Don’t magicscience me—where and when the hell are we?”
“He took us to a place of power,” Monty said, looking at the large stone structure in front of us. “That is the White Tower.”
“White Tower as in Tower of London?” I asked incredulously. “He ported us to London?”
Monty nodded. “I would say a few hours ahead since we left New York City at dawn. London is five hours ahead and it’s evening here. I could really use a cuppa.”
“Why would he port us so far away?” I asked. “Even better, how did he do it?”
“I was just about to ask you the same thing,” a voice behind me said. “Welcome to London. You are all under arrest.”
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To Dolly: my wife and biggest fan. You make all of this possible and keep me grounded, especially when I
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Orlando Sanchez has been writing ever since his teens when he was immersed in creating scenarios for playing Dungeon and Dragons with his friends every weekend. An avid reader, his influences are too numerous to list here. Some of the most prominent are: J.R.R. Tolkien, Jim Butcher, Kat Richardson, Terry Pratchett, Terry Brooks, Christopher Moore, Piers Anthony, Lee Child, George Lucas, Andrew Vachss, and Barry Eisler to name a few in no particular order.
The worlds of his books are urban settings with a twist of the paranormal lurking just behind the scenes and generous doses of magic, martial arts, mayhem, and mischief.
Aside from writing, he holds a 2nd and 3rd Dan in two distinct styles of Karate. If not training, he is studying some aspect of the martial arts or martial arts philosophy.
He currently resides in Queens, NY with his wife and children and can often be found in the local Starbucks where most of his writing is done.
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This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, organizations, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.
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