Odd Spirits (The Summoner's Circle, #0.5)

by S.T. Gibson

He did not consider himself a superstitious man. But he was anxious, and his anxiety made him overly aware of every little detail out of place.

“In my experience, places are never the way you remember them,” Rhys said quietly, his expression darkening. “Even if you find it the way you left it. You’re the thing that changes.”

“My momma calls these two the right and the left hand of God,” she said, guiding him through her rationale. “Salt protects what is within and pepper drives back what is outside. No pair more powerful under the sun.”