I peered through the windshield of my ’93 Mustang. The Buzzard Highway stretched before me, a narrow line of crumbling pavement vanishing into dusk. Below it ran the Scratches, a twisted labyrinth of narrow ravines gouged out of the ground by magic three decades ago, when our world began to end. The old road skimmed the top of ravines, rolling far into the distance, where the sunset glowed gold, red, and finally turquoise. There was something vaguely wrong with this picture, but I couldn’t put my finger on it.
The Buzzard Highway took no prisoners. Step too hard on accelerator, turn the wheel half an inch too far, and Boom! Pow! Fiery crash! To the bottom of the ravines you went. Only Atlanta’s best and craziest raced here.
That’s why I liked it. When a girl weighs a hundred pounds wet, her glasses look like a loupe borrowed from Sherlock Holmes, and everybody under the sun makes fun of her because she’s a vegetarian and blood makes her vomit, she has to do something for fun. The wild deafening chaos of Friday night Buzzard race was my fun.
It was so peaceful now. So quiet. Just me and the Mustang. I named it Rambo. It was a sweet car, built from ground up for one purpose: to go fast. We understood each other, Rambo and I. Rambo liked to kick ass, and I made sure it had a chance to show off.
My body was so light. It was an odd feeling, almost like swimming or floating through some feathery cloud.
A familiar face appeared in the windshield: pale skin, dark eyes, a long tattoo of a dragon wrapped around the neck, snaking its way down under the blue tank top. Kasen. Decent enough guy as wererats went. He worked the tow truck and liked to hang out at the races at Buzzard Highway. They were good for his business.
Kasen’s lips moved, but no sound came out. He looked kind of funny there, sideways, flapping his lips in silence. What is it you want, silly person?
Kasen was sideways.
The sunset behind him was sideways too, the highway running to the left the sky.
Oh crap.
Crap, crap, crap.
The phantom cotton clogging my ears vanished and the world rushed at me in an explosion of sound: the distant roar of car engines, the groaning of metal, and Kasen’s voice.
“Dali? You okay, baby girl?”
I tried to talk and my mouth worked. “Cool like a cucumber.”
He grinned. “You know the drill. Hold tight.”
I clamped my seat.
Kasen stepped out of my view. Rambo screeched. Metal clanged. I winced. Rambo, you poor baby.
The sunset turned and dropped into its rightful place with a shudder. Rambo’s tires hit the pavement and bounced once. The left lens of my glasses popped out of the frame and plunked onto my lap. I swiped it off my jeans, squeezed my left eye shut, and climbed out of the car.
“I flipped!”
“You flipped.”
Hot damn! Rambo’s front end looked like a crushed coke can. Water wet the highway, leaking from the hood – the enchanted water tank that let the car run during magic waves had ruptured. I must’ve taken the turn too fast.
Kasen peered at me. “Why is your eye closed? Did you hurt yourself?”
“No, it’s closed, because my glasses are broken, and looking through one lens makes me dizzy.”
“Situation normal, all fucked up.” Kasen rubbed the back of his head.
Thank you, Captain Obvious. “It’s not that bad!”
“You want Rambo towed to the usual place?”
“Yeah.” My races would be cancelled for a month. Bummer.
Kasen nodded at the Mustang. “That’s your second crash in three weeks.”
“Aha.”
“Didn’t Jim forbid you to race?”
Jim was my alpha. The shapeshifter Pack was segregated into seven clans, by the family of the animal, and Jim headed Felidae with a big Jaguar paw hiding awesome claws. He was smart, and strong, and hot, and the only time Jim noticed my existence was when I made myself into a pain in the ass or when he needed an expert on ancient Far East. Otherwise, I might just as well have been invisible.
I raised my head to let Kasen know I meant business. “Jim isn’t the boss of me.”
“Actually yes, yes he is.”
It’s good that I wasn’t a wereporcupine, or his mouth would be full of quills. “Are you going to snitch on me?”
“That depends. When you die, can I have your car?”
“No.”
Kasen sighed. “I’m trying to make a point here. I’ve been watching this race for six years now and I’ve never seen anyone crash as much as you. You’re my number one customer. You can barely see, Dali, and you take stupid chances. No offense.”
No offense, right. No offense stood for I’m going to insult you but you can’t be mad at me. I bared my teeth at him. When it came down to it, he was a rat and I was a tiger.
Kasen raised his hands up. “Fine. Forget I said anything.”
The world blinked. The colors turned slightly brighter, the scents grew sharper, as if someone dialed the picture’s resolution up a notch. A welcome warmth spread through my body – the magic wave had flooded the world. The distant roar of the gasoline engines choked and died. It would take fifteen minutes of chanting to get the enchanted engines to start. The race was dead.
“What if I take you to dinner?” Kasen said. “I know this really nice place down on Manticore…”
Wererats always knew this nice place to eat. They munched constantly or they went twitchy, meaning they suffered attacks of the hypoglycemia: cold sweat, headaches, convulsions, accompanied by nervousness and bouts of aggression. Not fun.
I squinted my open eye at Kasen. There was no reason for him to offer me dinner. Most likely, he just wanted to butter me up so he could get a shot at my wheels after my demise. Too bad for him – I might not have been the strongest weretiger or the most bloodthirsty, but my bloodline was pretty damn old. Lyc-V, the shapeshifter virus, and my family were good friends and the levels of virus in my body ran higher than in most shapeshifters. The higher the concentration of the virus, the faster the regeneration. Normally higher levels of Lyc-V also meant greater risk of losing your mind and turning into a crazed loup killer, but so far I hadn’t had to worry about that.
I was hard to kill. Nothing short of a fiery crash complete with a giant explosion at the end would send me into afterlife, so if Kasen was hoping to inherit my car, he would get a smoking wreck for his trouble.
I wrinkled my nose at Kasen. “Thanks, but no thanks. I need to get home.”
He heaved a sigh. “Maybe next time.”
“Sure. Maybe next time.”
That was so good. A booked about Dali…say yes. She got that curse magic and can’t see and is a white tiger for heaven sake and a dare devil.
What do you in invision when you think of her face?
A book on her and Jim would be wonderful..sigh. His character is so untight.
OOOOOOOOOO I would so LOVE to read a whole book about Dali!!!!!
Cool! It’s so neat to get Dali’s perspective
*SQUEE* I can’t wait to find out more about Dali. Love her!
I LOVED this!!! Thank you for the fun snippet!!! Dali rocks.
Is this the wererat who wanted to get ahold of Dali’s man breasts? That was such a funny line. Will we see Jim and Dali get together in the near future? I hope so!
oooooo. Very nice.
Dali doesn’t let anything get her down.
MORE?
Woohooo! Dali and Jim sitting in a tree… would love to read more.
Oh I love that!! I love Dali and would love to have a whole book (or even just a novella) from her POV. Thanks for sharing!!
Awesome!
Dali cracks me up. She and Jim together is such a crazy, but perfect, pairing.
Big serious hard ass & wild crazy free-spirit. Poor Jim hasn’t got a chance…lol
Oh, I enjoyed that snippet….it was freakin’ funny.
Captain Obvious…Jim isn’t the boss of me…hahahaha.
I’d LOVE more of Dali’s story in her voice.
Awesome! Dali has always been one of my favorite secondary characters!
Thanks for the snippet, after a 6 day hellish cold and a screaming baby all day today, I needed some kind of pick me up!
Having a screaming baby day myself, thanks for the snippet……..Hadn’t really thought of an offshoot series to Kate, but I’d definitely read it.
LOVE it! Dali is a funny character! Thanks for the little glimpse into her thoughts! I can so see her doing this car racing thing to have a bit of independence! A story of her and Jim in the future? hmmmm…. As always thank you for the snippet! And thanks for your writing! I love your style!
More squared, then squared again?
OMG please write a story on Dali and Jim please! She’s a hilarious daredevil!
Thank you, I’m very greatful for the insight into Dali; and I would, as other have stated previously, love to hear/read more prom her perspective
Love this ! Funny ,I thought Dali would have had a story to herself a while back ,maybe not a full story but at least more than a cameo . Not only does she rock ,
but she has Uber Jim after her *pant pant* . Me ,Im thinking set her up for more curse throwing dilemma’s ,bring Jim into it by saving her ass after she high tails
out of camp in a banged up petrol guzzler ,have him yell at her /her at him ,then presto they fall so deep ‘in’ ,they set a date to get married and invite the rest of
the crew only to have the after party crashed by a bad guy who needs an ass
kicking . Meanwhile , Jim is being witchy seduced by the bad guys gal
(they need his dna) to lure him off and Dali ends up having to kick ass to
save …….. well ,Jims .
This is the series that rocks them all ! I love them like I love cake xXx
i will not tell you what to write because i know there is so much that will not happen if i do that. lets do option B. I love Dali. I love Jim. If at some point you get them to hook up. it will be almost as exciting as when Kate and Curren hooked up. i just want moooooore books from yall. Let’s chain you to a basement and have yall crank out books. money does not matter. only the next book. please please. ok. i will stop begging. so excited.
What a great character — I’m looking forward to her love story with Jim! But, oh, poor Kasen, she is totally clueless that he’s into her
As i asked again, where do we get this story? and WhEN?
(No rush really…. just… you know…. i have to know….)
<3 it!! When will this anthology be coming out?
Ha ha. Jim is so going to Kill her for thi one.