Not What They Seem
By Annie Reed
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What you see is not what you get.
Shapeshifters. Changelings. Were-creatures. Beings who live in the shadows, hiding their true selves from the world.
The stories in this collection from award-winning writer Annie Reed will take you down the dark alleys of the night into places where your eyes deceive you and you'll need your wits to survive. Where you'll meet a man desperate to recreate a lost love and another man determined to make a chilling name for himself. Run across a woman who'll do anything to keep her lover safe, or bump into a woman who can't afford to show her true nature to a stranger on a blind date.
These stories and more fill the pages of Not What They Seem.
Journey down these dark streets.
If you dare.
"One of the best writers I've come across in years."
Kristine Kathryn Rusch
Annie Reed
Award-winning author and editor Kristine Kathryn Rusch calls Annie Reed “one of the best writers I’ve come across in years.”Annie’s won recognition for her stellar writing across multiple genres. Her story “The Color of Guilt” originally published in Fiction River: Hidden in Crime, was selected as one of The Best Crime and Mystery Stories 2016. Her story “One Sun, No Waiting” was one of the first science fiction stories honored with a literary fellowship award by the Nevada Arts Foundation, and her novel PRETTY LITTLE HORSES was among the finalists in the Best First Private Eye Novel sponsored by St. Martin’s Press and the Private Eye Writers of America.A frequent contributor to the Fiction River anthologies and Pulphouse Fiction Magazine, Annie’s recent work includes the superhero origin novel FASTER, the near-future science fiction short novel IN DREAMS, and UNBROKEN FAMILIAR, a gritty urban fantasy mystery short novel. Annie’s also one of the founding members of the innovative Uncollected Anthology, a quarterly series of themed urban fantasy stories written by some of the best writers working today.Annie’s mystery novels include the Abby Maxon private investigator novels PRETTY LITTLE HORSES and PAPER BULLETS, the Jill Jordan mystery A DEATH IN CUMBERLAND, and the suspense novel SHADOW LIFE, written under the name Kris Sparks, as well as numerous other projects she can’t wait to get to. For more information about Annie, including news about upcoming bundles and publications, go to www.annie-reed.com.
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Not What They Seem - Annie Reed
What you see is not what you get.
Shapeshifters. Changelings. Were-creatures. Beings who live in the shadows, hiding their true selves from the world.
The stories in this collection from award-winning writer Annie Reed will take you down the dark alleys of the night into places where your eyes deceive you and you’ll need your wits to survive. Where you’ll meet a man desperate to recreate a lost love and another man determined to make a chilling name for himself. Run across a woman who’ll do anything to keep her lover safe, or bump into a woman who can’t afford to show her true nature to a stranger on a blind date.
These stories and more fill the pages of Not What They Seem.
Journey down these dark streets.
If you dare.
One of the best writers I’ve come across in years.
Kristine Kathryn Rusch
Introduction
Changeling
Famous
Big Bad Wolf
Don’t Touch
Just My Luck
Hunter By Night
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About the Author
Introduction
Hidden truths.
Most of us (all of us?) have truths about ourselves we keep hidden from the world at large. Big secrets, little secrets. Secrets we’d be embarrassed to share, or secrets too dangerous to share.
This collection’s filled with stories about characters who have Big Secrets.
When I started compiling the stories you’re about to read, I simply gathered stories about shapeshifters. In my fictional Pacific Northwest city of Moretown Bay, a place where magic and everyday life intersect, that includes changelings—creatures who not only flow their features to look like someone else, but who can also absorb a person’s thoughts and feelings—as well as traditional shapeshifters like werewolves.
Then I took a second look at the stories in this collection.
That’s when I realized that these stories are also about Big Secrets.
Scholars of the shapeshifting genre might being going d’oh!
at this point, but I’m not a scholar of the genre. I’m a storyteller. I write to entertain myself and with the hope that what I write might entertain someone else along the way. Secrets—especially secrets someone would kill to keep hidden—are fascinating to write about.
Most of the stories in this collection are on the dark side. I’ve included one Diz and Dee tale, Just My Luck,
to lighten things up a bit, but even that story’s more on the serious side than most of my Diz & Dee tales. It’s a Big Secret story, you see, and Big Secrets are serious business.
Enough yammering by me. On with the stories, which I hope you enjoy reading as much as I enjoyed writing them.
—Annie Reed
March 24, 2020
Changeling
The changeling reclined on her narrow bed in the squalid little room, rumpled sheets testifying to a busy night already spent on her back. Features flowed across her face, flesh moving like liquid to thin her lips, widen her brows, sharpen her chin and the delicate shells of her ears.
This what you want, sugar?
she asked. Her waist narrowed, lean muscle flattening her naked belly. Her breasts shrank from the porn queen size they’d been when Rory picked her up on the street to something he could cup in his hand. This what you’re after?
Most normals couldn’t watch a changeling shift. Couldn’t witness human features rearrange themselves and know, deep in the gut, it wasn’t an illusion. The wrongness of it hurt the eyes, made the stomach heave and the pavement tilt underfoot. Rory didn’t have a choice. He had to watch.
The changeling hadn’t turned on the overhead light when she let Rory in her room. Enough watery streetlight filtered through the sheets of rain beating against the window for Rory to see her try to become what he wanted. What he’d told her was his fantasy.
A half-full World’s Best Mom mug sat on the bedside table next to an overflowing ashtray. Lipstick smears circled the rim. In the dim light, the lipstick looked black. Judging by the boozy smell, the mug hadn’t seen coffee in a long time.
You got a kid?
he asked. No toys littered the room, but that didn’t mean anything. Not every mother was the world’s best.
She saw him looking at the mug and laughed. Goodwill, sugar. Got it cheap. Someone’s momma didn’t want it no more.
She took a drink. You want some? I got a clean glass and a bottle in the closet. Five bucks extra.
The place stank of sweat and cigarettes and sex. No.
A drink wasn’t what he was after. He leaned one shoulder against the wall at the foot of her bed. Unzipped his coat. She didn’t have a kid. He couldn’t stay if she had a kid. He allowed himself to hope. Maybe she’d be the one.
So?
She gestured at her face. At her reshaped body. How’d I do?
Close, but close wasn’t good enough. The chin’s wrong,
Rory said. A dimple, right here.
He touched the middle of his own chin. Like I told you.
Like this?
A cleft appeared in the middle of her chin, but too high up. It looked like a piercing gone wrong.
I said here.
He touched his own chin again. What was so difficult about a cleft chin? Why couldn’t she get it right?
Would be easier if you brought a picture with you,
she said. Don’t you have a pic—
Just do what I tell you, and you won’t need a damn picture.
Now he did want a drink. Frustration did that to him, but he’d quit drinking just when any other man would have started.
Rory didn’t need to be reminded that he’d destroyed every picture he had. Smashed the camera and computer, snapped the backup disks in half and hurled the whole mess into the sullen gray water of the bay while the rain beat down on his bare head. By the time he’d snapped out of his rage and pain and realized what he’d done, it had been too late.
He told himself it didn’t matter. Every time he closed his eyes, he could still see his wife. Saw the tenderness of her smile. Heard the music of her laugh. Felt her cool breath against his face as she leaned in to kiss him. When he kept his eyes closed too long, he saw the dark stain of her blood, black as the lipstick on the mug. In his memory, her blood was always black, and the stench of it filled his head and left him shaky and hollow, angry and aching and so damn alone he couldn’t stand it.
The new cleft in the changeling’s chin was too deep. Her voice was scratchy from the booze and cigarettes, her eyes dark smudges that could have been any color at all, not his wife’s clear blue, and it was all wrong, wrong, wrong.
Why couldn’t any of them get this right?
The changeling’s face shifted again, but Rory had had enough for one night. Stop,
he said. Just fucking stop.
He zipped up his coat. His wife used to wear it when the wind blew a storm in from the ocean beyond the bay to drench the city streets with rain and wind and fury, and the hood still smelled like her.
No. Wait, sugar. I can do this. Be who you want.
The changeling sat up, put her hand on Rory’s arm. Gave him a seductive smile. No one wants a paying customer to walk and take his money with him. It’s what I do. Be your fantasy girl.
Rory shook her off. He made no move for the folded up bills she’d stuffed under her mattress.
When the changeling realized he didn’t want his money back, she relaxed back on the bed. Her smile had a touch of cruelty to it. So I don’t float your boat, sugar? Maybe it’s not a fantasy girl you want after all.
She shifted into a lithe young man, slender hips and delicate features, and laughed at him.
Rory ignored her and let himself out. Laughter trailed behind him.
She lied. They all lied. None of them could be the person he wanted.
That didn’t stop him from trying.
Rory drove a cab six nights a week. The boss didn’t like him much, said he had an attitude problem, but Rory didn’t care. He was one of a handful of drivers who’d venture into the dockside neighborhoods on the east side of the bay after midnight, and the only normal at that, but Rory knew how to take care of himself. If his size and attitude intimidated his fares, he didn’t much care about that either.
The cops called Moretown Bay’s dockside neighborhoods South of 40th. The locals called it The Shadows. Anything illegal with a magical bent could be bought or sold in The Shadows. Drug deals and prostitution and territory skirmishes among the goblin gangs were just the public face of waterfront crime. Much worse happened in private inside boarded up brick buildings and behind closed doors.
Rory cruised the streets, only half looking for fares. After midnight, the wind off the bay was too cold and the possibility of facing something that could steal your soul with a spell or cleave your head from your body with a flick of a finger was too real for normals who lived uptown in their well-lit glass and steel high rises. In the light, they could reassure themselves the cops really had every magic user under control. In The Shadows, control was an illusion.
He pulled to the curb in front Snow’s Palace, a strip club owned by a former vice cop—a dwarf himself—with a twisted sense of humor. From what Rory heard, the owner always had at least one creamy-skinned, ruby cheeked stripper working the pole. Rory had never been inside the place himself. What he wanted, he could find on the streets.
He had his eye on a group of young men clustered under the awning over the club’s front door. Frat boys by the look of them. Good shoes, good clothes, maybe good tippers. If he got a half-decent fare, he could take himself off duty for the rest of the night and cruise where he wanted.
The back passenger door opened on the street side. Rory looked in the rear view mirror. Not the college boys, but a working girl, all bleach blonde hair and big tits stuffed into an outfit too small to hold them in. A swollen bruise discolored one cheekbone, the skin split in the center.
Drive,
she said.
He tried not to let his annoyance show. Working girls didn’t tip. Where?
She gave him an address nearly a mile away. Outside The Shadows. Not where she took her tricks then.
You off for the night?
he asked.
She glared at him in the mirror. What’s it to you?
Nothing. It meant nothing at all, and Rory let it drop.
He drove the next couple of minutes with only the sound of his tires on wet pavement and the slap/thump of the windshield wipers breaking the silence in the cab. Traffic picked up once he crossed 40th going north. He nearly got clipped by a Lexus when the driver cut him off, and he had to slam on the brakes. When he glanced in the rear view mirror to make sure his passenger was all right, the bruise and the cut on her face were gone.
"Pretty high rent address we’re going to for a changeling