Back Fire Season
Chapters (41)
  1. Cover
  2. Raves for Stephen Blackmoore’s Eric Carter novels:
  3. Novels by Stephen Blackmoore available from DAW Books:
  4. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  5. Chapter 1
  6. Chapter 2
  7. Chapter 3
  8. Chapter 4
  9. Chapter 5
  10. Chapter 6
  11. Chapter 7
  12. Chapter 8
  13. Chapter 9
  14. Chapter 10
  15. Chapter 11
  16. Chapter 12
  17. Chapter 13
  18. Chapter 14
  19. Chapter 15
  20. Chapter 16
  21. Chapter 17
  22. Chapter 18
  23. Chapter 19
  24. Chapter 20
  25. Chapter 21
  26. Chapter 22
  27. Chapter 23
  28. Chapter 24
  29. Chapter 25
  30. Chapter 26
  31. Chapter 27
  32. Chapter 28
  33. Chapter 29
  34. Chapter 30
  35. Chapter 31
  36. Chapter 32
  37. Chapter 33
  38. Chapter 34
  39. Chapter 35
  40. Chapter 36
  41. ABOUT THE AUTHOR

I have a shield spell that I’ve used so often it’s become almost automatic. When the spears of asphalt forming in the wall shoot out at me, I’m already bringing it up. It catches most of them, but two get through. One screams so close past my head I can feel the air as it passes.

I’m not as lucky with the other one. My protection tattoos push against it to slow it down, but not enough. A half-foot-long spear of compressed gravel and tar drives itself an inch into my left shoulder right next to the bullet graze.

That little shit. The pain is blinding. I can feel the magic in my tattoos doing . . . something. I honestly can’t remember what half of them are for, but whatever they’re doing can’t be good.

I use the shield as a battering ram, shoving it so hard against the pavement wall that it explodes in a cloud of dust and debris all over the street. Halfway down the block a car alarm goes off.

I can feel him drawing more power from the pool. That and the pavement wall tells me he’s got skill but not a lot of his own power.

Since any of us can tap it, I could start pulling some in, too. Then it turns into a race to see who can pull in more the fastest. I did that in Mexico with a Cartel mage, effectively shutting him out completely.

But I haven’t tried it since. I had access to Mictlantecuhtli’s power then and could draw in a fuck-ton of magic in one shot. I don’t know if I can still do that, and now’s the wrong time to find out. If it turns out I can’t, then I’ll have wasted my time and given him an edge he doesn’t need.

So instead I push the shield out toward him. I have more than enough power, to the point of not having to draw on the pool to maintain it. I can’t remember if I had that much before I was with Santa Muerte, but I’m pretty sure I didn’t.

The shield reaches him, pulling in at the edges until I’ve got him in a bubble of force. Just as I finish wrapping it around he lets his spell loose.

The inside of the bubble goes bright as thousands of red and purple arcs of power shoot out from him, hit the shield and ricochet back. It looks like watching a plasma globe on acid. Within a second there’s nothing but light.