Chapter 78: Chalked Runes and Tiny Travelers

The motley crew of Max, starched and creased in all of his barely-five-foot order, and Master Legba, with his worn and disheveled seventeenth-century suit and top hat stooping at well over seven feet, made their way up the steps of the old orphanage. They entered the hallway at the far end of the stairwell at…

Chapter 77: Master Legba

Chapter 79 The Prince explained to Max that there were other worlds than these and in one of these worlds, the one in which George was almost trapped, it is eternally 1855 – the year of Isabella’s flesh and blood natural life. He told how this dimension was a rift created by the mass number…

Chapter 75: Kung Fu Clones and Good Guy

Beep Beep. Beep Beep. Spider’s iphone went off delivering picture messages to Max. Max hit the silent button and apologized for the disturbance. They were seated in the waiting room on Russel Doucet’s law office on the corner of Rampart and St. Louis in the French Quarter. The office looked more like an old seventies…

Chapter 74: Partners?

Wayne’s Cadillac glided through the curves on the old Mississippi back road that meandered around the countryside like the town drunk. “This just doesn’t sound like her,” said Detective Bernos as he read the police report they had gotten from the Vicksburg Police Department. “What do you mean?” Wayne asked while flicking a butt out…

Chapter 73: The Orange County Crisis

“Hey, ya’ll, wake up! Tex ran around shaking everyone awake. “Ya’ll get up. We’re so screwed.”“Did you burn yourself?” Spider asked groggily, pointing at a red mark on Tex’s neck.“No, I don’t think so,” Tex replied.George slipped up behind Tex and said, “You’ve got one on this side, too! Wait a minute… is that a…

Chapter 72: The Ice Cream Cowboy

Buddha woke up around tea time and saw Tex’s bunk empty. He decided to go investigate and maybe find a spot to sneak a smoke. When he got outside, he saw Tex and Diana riding next to each other on horses slowly around the arena. They were locked deeply in conversation. Buddha laughed to himself…

Chapter 71: Not All Angels Fly

The farm had row after row of shed barns, the same kind they had seen at the race track in New Orleans. The place was abuzz with activity from instructors giving lessons to people at various stages or riding lessons and others training horses. The road in to the farm ran parallel to a horse…