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Irregulars

A Shared-World Anthology

 

Nicole Kimberling

Josh Lanyon

Astrid Amara

Ginn Hale

 

 

 

Irregulars

A Shared-World Anthology

By  Nicole Kimberling, Josh Lanyon, Astrid Amara, Ginn Hale

Published by:

Blind Eye Books

1141 Grant Street

Bellingham, WA. 98225

blindeyebooks. com

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner without written permission of the publisher, except for the purpose of reviews.

Edited by Nicole Kimberling and J. D. Hope

Cover Art by Sam Dawson

Art Direction Dawn Kimberling

This book is a work of fiction and as such all characters and situations are fictional. Any resemblances to actual people or events are coincidental.

First Edition March 2012

Copyright 2012 Nicole Kimberling, Josh Lanyon, Astrid Amara, Ginn Hale

ISBN: 978-1-935560-16-6

 

 

No Life but This is dedicated to Krishna—writing isn’t the same without you beside me.

—Astrid Amara

Cherries Worth Getting

Nicole Kimberling

 

“We must not look at goblin men,

We must not buy their fruits:

Who knows upon what soil they fed

Their hungry thirsty roots?”

The Goblin Market

— Christina Rosetti

For reasons unknown to Agent Keith Curry, food carts proliferated on the mostly rainy streets of Portland, Oregon, like they did in no other city in North America. Their awnings sprang up like the chanterelles in the Pacific Northwest forest, sometimes filling an entire parking lot.

Keith preferred visiting these eateries because many had permanently rented parking spaces and settled down like oysters cementing themselves in place. The parking lot near his hotel supported one of these colonies so he thought it might be as good a place as any to begin his investigation, though he didn’t expect to find much.

Rarely did venues like these serve human flesh.

Hidden places, places with concealed entrances, front businesses with makeshift kitchens, art galleries—he found contraband in places like these, but the average health department certified cart?

Probably clean as a whistle.

Keith stepped up to the cart—a converted Airstream that sold nothing but grilled cheese sandwiches—and ordered a “Kindergartner”—American cheese on white bread. A slight vibration came from his wrist and he glanced down at his watch. It was a prototype designed to alert a human wearer of the presence of extra-human beings. Now the numeral seven shone blue, which indicated that a faerie had come within fifty feet of him, setting off his proximity alarm. Briefly, he scanned the people queueing up to the food carts, wondering which customer hid a fae nature. Business heels lady? Sparkly hippie juggler, busking? Little blond kid eating a snow-cone? It could be any of them—or maybe all of them. Probably more than one faerie was abroad, actually, this close to the upscale condos in the Pearl District. Faeries didn’t concern him this time around. What he needed to watch for was the red three that indicated the presence of goblins.

He returned his attention to the amiable, bearded guy currently buttering the bread that would shortly become his sandwich.