Snippet Sunday!!

Here is another snippet from my Dark Adult Fantasy Playing with Magic which I am editing at the moment.


“Mississippi looks nice in spring,” Envy said.            “How do you know when it looks nice? You’ve never been here before,” Ivy Lee replied handing her baby to Linden. Who looked at the crying infant unsure on what to do with it. He might have helped create it but his fathering skills were lacking unlike Drake and Rowan who both leak daddy mojo.            “Give me a fucking break,” he finally said angrily standing up.            “Should we pull over?” Drake asked from the front.            “Yes,” River and Rowan said together. They might have been on the road for about a week, but to them it felt like a year. With the babies crying and everyone stuck together bitching.Drake pulled over. River pulled out a small revolver, and opened the door cautiously. He looked around and jumped out gun pointing wildly around. When he noticed he was in no danger he shoved the gun in his pants.             “Hey I know this place,” he said. “My daddy brought me here when I was younger.” Drake had pulled off beside the Mississippi river that ran through a nice little park.            “I thought you were born in Tennessee?” Envy asked.            He shrugged. “So. Dad liked to take me places when I was a boy. This park was on the way to New Orleans. Dad liked to go there a lot.”            Drake stretched yawning. “Someone else has to drive. I’m beat.”            Envy hugged him, planting a sloppy kiss on him. River and Rowan both turned away making grossed out faces. River walked down through the long grass passed sick looking trees to the river. His dark blue eyes scanned the rock bed and found a fairly flat stone; he picked it up and skimmed it across the river surface.             “Yo, kid. I’d be careful by that water,” a deep voice said at his left.            He jumped pulling out the revolver, and pointing it at the man. “What do you want?”            The man had a cigarette dangling from his lips. He took it out of his mouth, blew the smoke from his nose and flicked it in the river. The water instantly caught on fire, and the orange-yellow flames spread out over the river surface. With the gun pointed at the stranger River’s mouth fell open.             “I’ve been waiting to do that for two years.”            “Why did you do that?”            The man shrugged. “I felt like it.”            Rowan and Drake ran over. “River,” they started to say and stopped when they saw the man. He was dressed all in black. Black jeans, black shirt, black leather riding jacket, black boots and black sunglasses. His hair matched the darkness.             “The devil does live in Georgia,” fell from Drake’s mouth.            The man let out a good-natured laugh. “Not really, I believe Florida now. So where are you heading? And let me add I plan on doing you no harm.” He motioned to the revolver still pointed at him.