Small Excerpt from Fates

I am almost done with the rough draft. Maybe one more week? Then I have to reread, then send to the beta-readers.

Anyway, in celebration, a small excerpt. This bit of magic happens on Chicago’s far west side. Steve and his friend Dale are at Steve’s folks’ house. Dale’s family are Klan members. This is based on a real thing. One of my friends in the Marines had a Marine friend whose family was in the KKK. The Marine wasn’t—obviously—and they were buds (my friend isn’t white). I’m afraid some of my readers won’t find it believable, but yeah, based on a real “thing”.

Anyway, picture a big white guy for Dale.

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Henry walks out of the foyer grumbling, “Skinny white kid at the door. Probably a drug addict if he’s in this neighborhood. I’m calling the police before someone shoots him…”

Dale is up a moment later walking to the door very businesslike. Which in Dale’s case could be dangerous.

“I’ve got to go,” Steve says. “I’ll get back to you.”

“Think about it,” is the last thing Steve hears before he disconnects. He almost runs into the foyer. Dale is standing in the open door, staring down at a thin white “kid” with blonde hair. 

“Yeah?” says Dale, “What do you want?”

“This isn’t Steve Rogers residence?” says the “kid”, breath hanging in the frosty air.

The last time Steve saw the “kid” he had pointy ears. His name is Liddell. He is a “dark” elf, the same ones who were trading with the Russians.