In The Path Of Gods Excerpt
Lumberjack got a mean look on his face, but Circe applied more pressure and suddenly there was a loud crack and then a large burst of smoke. When the smoke cleared there was a pig on the floor where the Lumberjack had been, trying to work its way out of the clothes Lumberjack had been wearing.
The friend got a strange look on his face and addressed the pig while gathering the clothes, “C’mon, Markus, we came here to get a fresh start. We’ll go back to quarters and find a place where we can room together, all right?” The friend sounded exactly as if he were talking to Markus as a man, and the pig, with a rather bewildered look on its face, followed his friend out of the bar. It was clear the pig was limping, favoring its right front hoof.
Circe thought about her home planet Elysius. She hadn’t been there for a very long time. It had been unoccupied by higher life forms when the gods first came there. Where they had been before was long ago lost to memory. They had sculpted the various continents and land forms and seas to suit themselves and settled in. Over time they had gone to various planets, such as Terra, and dramatized being gods and goddesses for the higher life forms there. A few, like Prometheus, had had sympathy for those living on such planets and tried to raise their conditions. Zeus, always loving a good show and often being inconsiderate of others, occasionally put Prometheus to torture as an example. Such examples always backfired and Prometheus would win free.
At the boarding area, she showed her ticket and was escorted aboard the shuttle by uniformed Mar’donnan natives. They had golden dark skins and none of them, Circe noted, wore any kind of weapons that would relate to the more advanced technological ones of Terra. They did have a long sword and what could either be called a short sword or a long knife at their belts. It was clear, however, that they were firmly in control.
He lunged at K’alantra, who sensibly threw the wench down on the ground at his feet as a distraction. In the proverbial flash of a moment, Circe had stepped between them with her own weapon out and ready before K’alantra could get to her sword.
“If you are an arms master, which I doubt, you’ve forgotten the first rule: always mark who’s around you and how are they armed.” Circe’s blade whirred in the air and suddenly the arms master no longer had a right hand. Screeching, the man fell to the ground yelling for someone to help him. No one did. No one even moved.
She felt something, a spell, snaking around her feet, trying to hold her to the carriage. Other branches of the hold spell were snaking around other parts of her body. Circe acted quickly and sent an unrestrained god-blast of power through the spell, effectively breaking it and ending its intended entrapment.
Suddenly there was a lurch and a blurring of motion. The carriage stopped absolutely still for a few timeless moments. Circe wondered what had happened and realized that the spell intended to grab her was a major one and that part of the blurring was spell backlash. She also realized that her blast of god-power was not in the category of transmutation or transfiguration. It was in the category of space-time distortion that Charlie had warned her against. There was no way to undo what she had just done, so she waited until the blurring stopped.