The sign read: Inter-Sphinx Bazaar.
Find what you really need.
The man entered and squinted in the half-light. "Anybody here?"
"Always and never." A cat-headed woman slunk toward him.
"What might you need?"
"A love spell."
Bast purred. "To break or bind?"
"To break and bind." He paused. "To remake
whole."
The light shifted, framing a jackal-headed man who sat
cross-legged on the floor. "Remake? I’m your god,
man."
The man shrank back. "Not you, not death, I’m not
asking—"
"To kill her? No." Anubis rose in one powerful
movement, thrusting his muzzle into the man’s face. "You seek to
fool us, man. Real spells cannot be built on lies."
"Honest, she’s alive, and left me for another!"
"Yes, she’s alive. And you’re a ghost long dead, so she
forgot you. Let her go, man." Anubis moved a step
back, and opened his arms. "Come and embrace your death."
Chrystalla is permanent resident of fantasy land, complete with
angels and demons, elves, vampires and werewolves. A Greek
Cypriot, she lives in Cyprus with her husband and her vast herd of
books. When not reading or writing, she works as a
linguistics lecturer at a private university and as a freelance
translator.
