“It’s just a nickname, but we do have a Cholera Basin, too, and I swear I’ll drown you in it if you don’t stop distracting me. In case you haven’t noticed, my brother’s been kidnapped by a demon,” Tuuri snarls.
( Read more... )In the centre of the room, a pentagram with a candle in each corner surrounds the three mysterious feathers.
“As certain as I can be,” Mikkel tells Sigrun. He has several thick books on the table next to him and a sturdy iron bar in his hand. “However, as we do not actually know what it is that we are attempting to summon –”
The bottles on the shelves behind the bar counter begin to clink softly against each other. Then a tremor runs through the floor, rattling the furniture and making Emil grab hold of Lalli’s shoulder in fear. A second tremor shakes them, more powerful than the first, and glasses crash to the floor from their shelves. Sigrun swears. The lights are flashing on and off, showers of sparks flying through the air.
Then there is a blinding flash of light, a crack of thunder ‒ and suddenly, someone is standing in the middle of the pentagram at the centre of the room.
( Read more... )He is standing on a terrace behind the great white bulk of the cathedral, while below him, at street level, Emil, Sigrun and Mikkel are working on breaking the lock on the decorative metal gate protecting the glass door to the crypt. Judging by the cursing in three different Scandinavian languages, it is not easy.
( Read more... )Lalli groans into his cup of coffee. He’s slept for roughly twenty hours, but he wishes he could crawl back under the bed instead of facing Tuuri’s determination. He hates plans. They always go wrong anyway.
“Look, Grandma thought she could protect us from… it, but she’s not here to protect us anymore, so we have to do something ourselves.”
“If it got Grandma, how do you think we can beat it?” Lalli asks pessimistically.
“I don’t know, but we have to try, don’t we?” Tuuri snaps. “We can’t just stay holed up here and hope that a bit of rock salt keeps it away.”
Reluctantly, Lalli has to agree.
“Right then. I’ve been going through Grandma’s notes, and there are a few contacts I think we could ask for help. People who might know what leads she was pursuing during her last months.”
She means they need to talk. To people. The plan already sounds horrible.
( Read more... )“Why are you driving… that?” Lalli gestures towards the ancient, battered grey van with distaste.
Tuuri shrugs. “It seemed appropriate, somehow. Taking Grandma’s van on its last hunting trip. In any case, you shouldn’t complain, you hate taking the bus even more. And I found the puke bags where she always kept them for you, so we’re good to go.”
( Read more... )“I think Grandma wants us to pick up where she left off. Saving people, hunting things. The family business.”
Lalli Hotakainen thought he had left hunting monsters and ghosts behind him for good. But after their grandmother’s death, his cousin shows up, asking for Lalli’s help to fulfil her last wish. Although they do not know it, an old enemy is also hot on their heels…
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