chapter sixty

"How long do you think we have before the police show up?" Lena asked. "They won't. Not until this is over. Automatons can become invisible when

necessary, but they also divert the attention of anyone who doesn't know what they are. Call it an apathy field, for lack of a better term." The automaton stumbled. A patch of metal fell away from its wooden body, and three of the spells woven into its shell went dark. "Anything magic I throw their way, they can intercept."

Lena stepped away, returning a short time later with several chunks of broken blacktop. "So we hit them hobbit style. Nothing magical about a flying rock."

"I don't know what's sexier," I said. "Watching you prepare to take on bad guys, or the fact that you're making Lord of the Rings references as you do it." I pulled out a copy of The Marvelous Land of Oz. "If we hit them from two directions, we should be able to draw off their attack enough for the automaton to start smacking heads."

The automaton staggered, and the others closed in. More of its armor dropped into the grass. Two more insects flew in and burrowed into the exposed

wood.

I set the Oz book aside and grabbed Plato's The Republic. Reading was tricky with only one working hand, but I soon held the Ring of Gyges. I had done an honors paper as an undergraduate, arguing the similarity between Plato's tale and Tolkien's One Ring. I shoved The Republic back into my pocket and started in on The Marvelous Land of Oz.

"Dare I ask what you're planning to do with a ring and an old pepperbox?" Lena asked when I was done.

I beamed. "It's a surprise. Give me two minutes to get ready."

I slipped the ring onto my finger and vanished. In theory, true invisibility should have left me blind. Vision relied on the interaction between light and the cells at the back of the eye, but thanks to the ring, the light passed through me as if I wasn't here.

Fortunately, libriomancy obeyed belief over physics, and few modern-day readers thought about invisibility on a cellular level. I ran back to Christina Quinney and took a lipstick from her purse, then hurried toward the garden. Once there, I dropped behind the overturned bench.

The seat and back were slabs of polished black granite. The engraving along the back read, In memory of Annette Butler. Had the truck hit this thing head-on, it probably would have broken both the bench and the truck, but it looked like they had struck it at an angle.

"I'm sorry about this, Annette." I uncapped the lipstick and drew two red eyes and a large mouth. I wasn't much of an artist, especially since the lipstick had turned invisible when I picked it up, but it left visible, waxy lines on the granite. I added a pair of angry eyebrows as well, along with uneven ears to either side.

I put the lipstick away and pulled out the pepperbox. Creating the powder of life from The Marvelous Land of Oz had been the easy part. The challenge was getting through the ritual to use it. I opened the box and sprinkled the powder over the bench, then raised my left pinky and said, "Weaugh." Next was the right thumb. "Teaugh." Finally, I raised both arms and waved them like a dancer doing jazz hands. "Peaugh."

L. Frank Baum wrote some weird magic. I just hoped I had pronounced it correctly.

Through my glasses, the powder looked like white sparks melting into the metal and granite. The whole contraption gave a shiver. Lipstick eyes blinked, and the ears perked up.

"Hello there," I said. "I need you to do me a favor…"

A wendigo was the first one to spot the bench bounding toward them. With

a snarl, it broke away from the circle to meet this new threat.

The bench didn't even slow down. It charged with a straight-on waddle, as if it wanted nothing more than for that wendigo to plop down and enjoy a nice, comfy seat. Instead, the wendigo grabbed the bench and lifted one end into the air.

It was an impressive display of strength, one which did the wendigo no good whatsoever as the seat and back clapped together like enormous granite jaws. The wendigo let out a high-pitched yowl of pain.

Lena used the distraction to sprint toward the trees. Two of the wendigos spotted her, but a chunk of brick downed one before it could react. A lucky shot with my shock-gun took care of the second. I was a lousy shot with my left hand, but the nice thing about the shock-gun was that even grazing the target was enough to drop it.

Harrison whirled, but thanks to the Ring of Gyges on my hand, he stared right through me.

He recovered quickly, ordering the wendigos back. A ghost flew from the automaton and swooped through the bench, weakening my spell.

My gun spat lightning at the three mages, but it fizzled into nothingness without reaching them. With everyone worrying about me and the bench, Lena was able to race out from between the trees, slip an arm around a wendigo's throat, and haul it backward.

The wendigo's choked cry was enough to attract attention. Two more wendigos bounded after Lena. I almost felt bad for them. Attacking Lena among the trees was a particularly bad idea.

I moved to the corner of the church and braced my arm against the bricks, sighting in on August Harrison, but one of the ghosts swooped into my line of fire. It could see me, even if Harrison couldn't.

In the field, the bench staggered as another ghost continued to siphon its magic. Cartoonish eyes drooped, and its movements turned sluggish. But when another wendigo approached, the bench valiantly reared up and kicked it in the chest.

The ghost in front of me closed in. I pointed over its shoulder, uncertain whether it would see or understand the gesture. "Too late," I said, grinning.

With two of the three ghosts focused on us while Harrison and the wendigos chased after Lena, the remaining book-mage was left alone to try to contain the automaton. It wasn't enough. Wooden hands creaked, and a blast of hellfire shot outward. The woman with the green hair tried to jump out of the way, but the flames caught her in the side. She spun away, protecting her book even as she screamed in pain.