Changeling on the Job: Changeling Wars
By A.G. Stewart
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Nicole's only been appointed as a legal Changeling for one month when the complaints all over town about souring milk grow louder. This seems the harmless prank of idle sprites, but when Nicole’s sleuthing leads her to a mortal man locked in a trunk, marked for sacrifice, she catches a whiff of something more sinister than fermenting lactose. Sprites may be mischievous, but they aren't interested in blood rites.
If that weren't headache enough, Nicole’s sarcastic Fae hound and only minion is determined to make her house into a more roommate-friendly zone…
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Changeling on the Job - A.G. Stewart
CHANGELING ON THE JOB
A Changeling Wars Novella: Book 1.5
Copyright © 2015 by A.G. Stewart
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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.
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CHANGELING WARS
Loose Changeling
Changeling on the Job
Spare Changeling
Igneous BooksTABLE OF CONTENTS
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
CHAPTER THREE
CHAPTER FOUR
CHAPTER FIVE
CHAPTER SIX
CHAPTER SEVEN
CHANGELING ON THE JOB
by A.G. Stewart
CHAPTER ONE
STREET LAMPS REFLECTED OFF THE DAMP PAVEMENT, making tiny orange moons, and I careened down the sidewalk after my grushound, Anwynn. I was athletic, but I wasn’t a hundred eighty pounds of mostly muscle, and I certainly didn’t have four legs. My breath fogged the air in front of me.
Hey!
someone called from the other side of the street. There are laws about letting your dogs run around, asshole!
This. This was what I got for taking off the damn leash.
I muttered to myself as I ran, in a fair approximation of Anwynn’s gravelly voice. Let me off the leash, she says. Oh, I’ll be able to track the sprites much more easily, she says. I’ll keep a low profile.
Low profile—how could I think that was possible with a hound as big as a small pony running through the streets of Portland? I suppose desperation can lead to big ideas, but it can lead to bad ones, too.
I seemed to be falling into the latter category more and more.
I’d been chasing down these sprites for the better part of a month. Okay, so chronically souring milk wasn’t in the category of world-ending problems, but people had started noticing, and my job as the only legal Changeling in the world was to keep people from noticing. I had to get the sprites back through a doorway and into the Fae world soon; otherwise I’d be finding the Arbiter in my living room, and he might have more than just unkind words for me. I couldn’t remember word-for-word the oath he’d made me swear in order to grant me legal status, but it had something to do with keeping the Fae and mortal worlds separate, or my life would be forfeit. Blah, blah, blah, do this or die. You know, the usual.
Anwynn,
I hissed, and saw her ears prick. I opened my mouth to issue her an order, but she turned her head to the side.
Trail’s going cold, Nicole,
she huffed back at me. We slow down, I lose it.
And my Fae hound was talking in the middle of Portland. I whooshed past someone whose eyebrows had risen so far they looked in danger of becoming part of his hairline. People everywhere knew a few truths: dogs didn’t talk, magic didn’t exist, and there certainly wasn’t another, hidden world pressed against theirs.
Fine.
I ground my teeth together and found a fresh burst of speed. Tall buildings gave way to shady trees as we passed the Lloyd Center Mall and moved into Irvington. Fewer people walked the streets here at night, which was good, because this wasn’t my subtlest undertaking.
At least I wasn’t fighting a Fae Queen in front of Multnomah County Jail. Life takes some weird turns, sometimes.
I drew even with Anwynn and hoped running with her instead of behind her would mean less accusatory glances. I checked around us for people. How much farther, do you think?
Beats me,
she said. But sprites are quick.
She slowed to a jog for half a moment, sniffing the air. We’re closer.
And then she was off again, and some poor mother on a lawn clutched her child closer as Anwynn passed.
Some people are afraid of dogs,
she yelled at me as I ran after the grushound.
Yes, sorry!
Because what else was I going to say? Your milk keeps going bad because of sprites and I need to catch them
?
Being one of the Sidhe living smack-dab in the mortal world isn’t as fun as it sounds.
We turned onto a quieter street, and then Anwynn really got her legs beneath her. She stretched out like a horse on the track, reminding me of only two short months before when she’d chased me. We weren’t exactly friends now, but I was glad we weren’t enemies.
A row of large trees lay at the end of the street, from behind which I could barely make out a football field. Grant High School.
Damn sprites. Had they tired of going from home to home and decided to hit a bigger target? I’d bet the little critters would get quite a lot of amusement out of watching a bunch of hapless teenagers chug some soured milk in the cafeteria. And the resultant chaos—accusations, parental involvement, health inspections—would give them entertainment for days to come.
But Anwynn didn’t leap into the brush and make for the school on the other side of the field. She halted at the end of the street, her nose held high and still in the air.
I slowed to a jog as I drew closer. You found them?
Her furry black nose pointed to my right, just a little ways down the intersecting road.
Six sprites hovered around an old beat-up car, the green paint worn away to rust in spots on the door and hood. Their pearlescent skin shimmered beneath the street lamp, their dragonfly wings flicking through the air. Pale hair floated from beneath their helms, fading into wispy ends like clouds. They were dressed in matching quilted armor, needle swords strapped to their sides.
Hey,
I called out to them, back away from the car.
Six pairs of eyes fixated on me.
"Not the best idea," Anwynn said.
And then the sprites backed away from the car, in a manner of speaking. I mean, they vacated the area around the car, because they all, as one, swarmed toward me and my hound, their teeth bared.
Uh, Anwynn…?
I said at the same time her ears flattened against her head and she muttered, I hate sprites.
I only had the time to reach in my