Mercury Is Hot: Mercury Hale, #3.1
By Steve Rzasa
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The hills of San Camillo are burning. Mercury Hale is preparing for his impending wedding, but those plans are interrupted by the assault astral fiend that's literally on fire. When he tracks it down, he runs headfirst into an unexpected ally.
Bowen Cord and Niall Phelan are hunting an arachnafury warped by dark magic that has terrorized a distant archipelago. Cornering their prey leads them through a strange gateway that lands them in another world—one with which Bowen feels he's strangely familiar.
Forces collide in a frantic race to corner and slay the monstrous new threat, before it burns everything down.
Steve Rzasa
Steve Rzasa is the author of a dozen novels of science-fiction and fantasy, as well as numerous pieces of short fiction. His space opera "Broken Sight" won the ACFW Award for Speculative Fiction in 2012, and "The Word Reclaimed" was nominated for the same award. Steve received his bachelor’s degree in journalism from Boston University, and worked for eight years at newspapers in Maine and Wyoming. He’s been a librarian since 2008, and received his Library Support Staff Certification from the American Library Association in 2014—one of only 100 graduates nationwide and four in Wyoming. He is the technical services librarian in Buffalo, Wyoming, where he lives with his wife and two boys. Steve’s a fan of all things science-fiction and superhero, and is also a student of history.
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Mercury Is Hot - Steve Rzasa
Mercury Is Hot by Steve Rzasa
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Cover illustration: Tithi Luadthong
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International Standard Book Number: 9781733585163
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Mercury At Risk
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Chapter One
October
I was wrapping my brain around the difference between a red blend and a merlot—and why I should care—when the ten-foot-wide flaming meatball burned a path down the hillside.
Had to figure. It was the first gorgeous day we’d had after two weeks of gloom. Everything was still brittle and dry, because as much as the clouds had threatened, we hadn’t gotten a drop of rain. With zero clouds and a sky so blue it bordered on fake, everyone was out and about in short sleeves and, well, shorts. Royal’s Roadside was the perfect place to spend the afternoon. Where else could you buy locally made cheeses, farm-fresh produce, and a bottle of wine for a certain fiancée who wanted to spend a romantic evening together?
Sounded like a great way to end the day before the giant whatever it was interrupted.
It broke through the tree line, hit the ditch, and catapulted across the 311. Good thing traffic through the Arbor Valley was light or it would have pulverized a car—which it wound up doing when it slammed into a row of parked vehicles on the opposite side. Bashed into a tiny Corolla sandwich between two Dodge Rams, scorching the paint on both pickups. The Corolla crumpled, permanently reshaped into a huge metal catcher’s mitt.
I felt for the owner of the car. Seriously. But I was also super happy it wasn’t my ride.
People shouted and screamed. They dropped bags. Tomatoes spattered on the pavement. It was a mad scramble for car keys and dash for driver’s side doors. Me? I slapped two twenties down on the counter, said, Keep the change,
and sprinted across the road.
Sprinted
is an exaggeration. It was more a speedy limp. Such is the case when you’ve had to cut off one of your legs in the course of saving the world. But, hey, the world wasn’t destroyed, and I got a robotic prosthetic. And it was sunny.
Either way, I wouldn’t be much help cleaning up wrecked cars, but since the giant flameball sprouted tentacles, I knew my expertise was required.
There was no mistaking the shriek of an astral fiend.
I was used to hearing it echo among buildings in downtown San Camillo or banging off the sides of an abandoned warehouse. Was not expecting it to set the junipers lining the highway on fire and every bird within a hundred yards flapping for safety, the dumb ones that hadn’t already fled, that is.
Hey!
Fred Royal, the farm stand owner, waved his phone. You best stay back, son! Cops and fire are coming!
Thanks for the heads up!
I pulled the pulsar stave from under my shirt. I never went anywhere without the foot-long staff made of ice-cold metal. A quick twist sent golden-white light rippling through the swirling patterns etched into its sides. I got this.
He frowned with the exact same expression of my foster dads’ whenever I bluffed my way through being late for curfew. Tried to bluff, that is.
I bet his skepticism vanished when the astral fiend on fire flung the crushed door off the Corolla at me and I used a streamer of energy from the pulsar stave to slice it in half as I ran. Didn’t even break a sweat.
So, this was new. Astral fiends don’t catch on fire. Gaping maw full of fangs? Check. Covered in a glistening black hide? Yep. Hideous red eyes that gave you nightmares? Absolutely.
This guy looked as dry as the proverbial bone. No slime. No blue ooze. The flames distorted his features, giving him a much lighter appearance, like a coal left too long in the campfire. He speared the rest of the wrecked car and flipped it overhead. It crashed among the trees, away from people, which was great, except it meant stands of junipers on both sides of the highway were burning. Didn’t bode well for Royal’s.
I slapped at my earbud a bit too hard. Felt like it’d been punched. Note to self: Don’t try that again while running. Hey, Liz! If no one’s gotten ahold of the fire department, you’d better get them here ASAP.
Fire? What kind of fire?
She sounded excited and terrified and there could have been a squeaking sound like her chair bouncing from inside Procyon Foundation’s temporary Tracking office. The tachyon spike I registered is out of phase with the normal readings we get for a rip and I didn’t think it was a big deal because we get weird stuff all the time so when it showed up in the daylight instead of late at night—
Liz! Fire! The burning kind!
I leapt atop the hood of one of the two damaged pickups, vaulted off, and slashed through the nearest tentacle. It flopped to the ground, writhing and steaming. Blue ooze splattered me, the truck, and the screaming teen for whom it’d been reaching. No way I was going to let anyone become a freeze-dried mummy because this astral fiend had gotten the munchies and was keen on draining life from any human within reach.
That got Roasty’s attention. He went from cornering an older couple to facing me, a gaping mouth filled with jagged fangs suddenly less than six feet from my face. I pivoted midair, twisting to make an Olympic gymnast proud. Tentacles came at me from every which way.
You’d think I’d get used to the fiends’ tendency to invert themselves at will, but no, it surprised me every time. Of course, they liked to switch up their tactics, and apparently had added catching on fire to their repertoire.
Right about then was when my leg seized up. It wouldn’t bend when it was supposed to, which meant that instead of sticking an incredible superhero landing, I crunched onto the gravel shoulder of the road, knee first.
Drone Eight’s on its way!
Liz said. I’ll have visual soon. Police and fire are incoming, so you’d better have it cleaned up before they get there.
The astral fiend—fireball?—wasn’t the brightest of creatures to breach the wall between the Interstice and this dimension, but it wasn’t a chump, either. Roasty slapped at me with two spike-sheathed tentacles, the appendages made even more unpleasant by the heat shimmering off them.
But I broke the pulsar stave into its twin halves and formed and X over my head. The tentacles crashed down. The resulting explosion blew out four sets of truck windows, sending bits of molten glass skyward like reverse rain.
Again, super glad none of that was happening to my ride.
Sure thing, Liz!
I said through gritted teeth. No prob!
The weight shoved me toward the ground. The fiend’s shriek pummeled my head. Come on, man. I had a date tonight!
Oh, good! Want me to send Wilhelmina for backup?
No way!
My seventy-something mentor? If she saved my butt, I’d never live it down. I shoved back, with a guttural cry that wasn’t anywhere as intimidating as the monster’s and got enough room between us I could roll free. Or sort of stagger, I guess. Come on, gimpy, move it! Didn’t really think my prosthetic leg would respond to insults, but I needed to regain full mobility. Preferably before I died.
It finally responded the way I wanted, as in, like a real-live leg. Didn’t banish the pain shooting through what remained above the knee. Nothing ever did. But it got me to about 90 percent of my slick moves.
I slashed through an onrushing tentacle and drew on the stave’s energy until I felt like I was jittery from drinking every last drop of coffee at The Shattered Mug.
Then I somersaulted right over the fiend’s lumpy mass.
You’d better move faster!
Liz yelped. There’s a surge in tachyon emissions consistent with regeneration, you know, like when an astral fiend subsumes an injured monster and doubles in size.
Fun stuff.
I skidded between smoldering junipers, creating a dust cloud that obscured my location yet, shockingly enough, didn’t taste great. I spat grit from between my teeth. Hey, if you’re having a blast tracking my movements from Drone Eight, how’s about you take a break and run a diagnostic on Leg 2.1? It froze up again.
Oh, sorry. Was it the capacitor? It should be holding onto the charge from the pulsar stave whenever you—
The rest of her Mississippi River-length sentence drowned under the thunder crack of the nearest tree shattering. Roasty found me. And Liz was right: He’d grown back one of the three tentacles I’d snipped. Which was, yeah, bad.
I ran, which as advertised before, was more off-balance than I’d have liked. Still hadn’t gotten back to the normal gait, not even with a high-tech artificial leg powered by the same extra-dimensional energies that fueled the pulsar stave.
—And if it hadn’t recovered, I’d be ready for the next version.
How Liz kept talking without coming up for air, I hadn’t a clue. Hey, are you okay?
Nope! Not okay! Where’s police and fire?
Trees were torches around me. Those gentle breezes that lent relief from the blazing sun overhead aided the spread of the flames. And even though most people had fled the scene, it was far from safe.
Fred Royal wielded a fire extinguisher against the fire licking at the edges of his farm stand plot like he was holding back insurgents in Afghanistan. His efforts didn’t prevent a long wooden shelf of assorted fruits from burning up. His shouts brought a couple teen boys running down the dirt road that wound between the trees behind the stand. One of them unfurled a hose from a shed and sprayed water as best he could.
Okay, so burnt fruit wasn’t as high on the list of emergencies for a lot of people