WIP: Chapter Three
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jasonandrewThis is a WIP from my current novel.
Now that he opened his mind to the possibility of magic, Nathan could sense the power within that wood. There was power trapped inside shaped by the curves of the symbols engraved on it like a glass shaping the water. “What is that? No secrets.”
Marty lifted the box. “This, my friend, is a bona fide, genuine Dybbuk Box. A pocket prison for malignant spirits and demons. Wood blessed by Rabbis centuries ago and bound with the word of God.”
“Seriously?”
“Kabbalah isn’t just a joke washed up celebrities use to stay relevant.” Marty gestured to one of the glyphs placed into the middle of a mathematical formula on his arm. “Those Rabbis don’t take any shit from tulpas and when it comes time for a spiritual throw down, you don’t wanna fuck with them.”
He was new to all of this, but this sounded way too pat, too easy. Magic had to be more difficult than this. “So we wait until graduation and then put this thing in the box? There’s gotta be a catch, right?”
The old man winked and Nathan felt it in his bones that he had already been trapped by the con. “That’s the trick. You have to put in the box. Takes will and skill in equal measure.”
“And you can do that?” Nathan asked hopeful.
“I have the knowhow, but not the juice, Nate. To make this work, I’m gonna need a partner that has potential.”
Now that he opened his mind to the possibility of magic, Nathan could sense the power within that wood. There was power trapped inside shaped by the curves of the symbols engraved on it like a glass shaping the water. “What is that? No secrets.”
Marty lifted the box. “This, my friend, is a bona fide, genuine Dybbuk Box. A pocket prison for malignant spirits and demons. Wood blessed by Rabbis centuries ago and bound with the word of God.”
“Seriously?”
“Kabbalah isn’t just a joke washed up celebrities use to stay relevant.” Marty gestured to one of the glyphs placed into the middle of a mathematical formula on his arm. “Those Rabbis don’t take any shit from tulpas and when it comes time for a spiritual throw down, you don’t wanna fuck with them.”
He was new to all of this, but this sounded way too pat, too easy. Magic had to be more difficult than this. “So we wait until graduation and then put this thing in the box? There’s gotta be a catch, right?”
The old man winked and Nathan felt it in his bones that he had already been trapped by the con. “That’s the trick. You have to put in the box. Takes will and skill in equal measure.”
“And you can do that?” Nathan asked hopeful.
“I have the knowhow, but not the juice, Nate. To make this work, I’m gonna need a partner that has potential.”
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Date: 2010-12-22 09:06 am (UTC)