All Chapters of Warrior of the Way: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

The two ladies sipped their tea as each shared more of themselves. As Buttercup listened to Tansy talk, she grew more at ease—and more interested in the areas of magic. She wanted to know more. She was tired of being helpless and depending on Rhychard and the others to keep her safe. Not that there was anything to keep her safe from any more. Vargas, Adrian Michaels, and Jerome were all dead. She was free. For the first time in years, she was actually free. Yet, she was at a total loss as to what to do with that new-found freedom. She felt pathetic."You know, a small group of us meet here every Wednesday night to study witchcraft. If it is something you'd like to discover, whether you have a gift or not, you are more than welcome to join us. We meet at nine after the store closes." Tansy kept her hands on the tea, even though it turned cold an hour ago, and her smile was still fixed on her face. Buttercup would normally assume it all fake, because it lasted so long, but with the older

The Harbor City Police Department is a two-story building made out of red brick, making it seem like a historical building when in fact it is only five years old. The first floor consists of the reception area and the basic offices of the bottom of the totem pole officers along with a break room that was barely used. It also had the processing area to catalog the criminals as they entered. The second floor held the action. Homicide. Gang Crime. Special Victims Unit. Domestic Violence. The heavy hitters. Rhychard had never been in the police department, even though he saved Police Captain John Relco's life a couple of months ago. They took his statement at the warehouse, believed the unbelievable, and let him go on his merry way. Karl, on the other hand, was hauled in more times than Rhychard could keep count. He was sure his younger brother knew every nook and cranny of the place. Whenever his brother found himself on the wrong side of a police desk, it was their parents who made the t

The sword flared again. This time hotter against his back. Rhychard instinctively searched the surrounding area, but again, nothing stood out as of the Void. :Kree, do you see anything that should concern me? This pot sticker is sending out warnings again, but I can never see what it's warning me about. It did it at the police station as well.:He could feel the coshey's search of the area. The connection between human and coshey had grown stronger over the past month allowing each of them to tell what the other was feeling and not just thinking, sometimes even what they were doing. Well, Rhychard could never read Kree's mind, but he could feel Kree searching for any of the Unseelie.:Sorry, Warrior, but I cannot see anything that would trigger the Guardian Sword's magic.: Kree told him. :However, that does not mean they are not hiding behind a glamour of some kind. I would be just as deceived as everyone else.:"Something is wrong, isn't it?" Famallumi asked, his face showing exciteme

Leary Property Management resided in the new Leary Building perched on Washington Avenue on the southern edge of the Bottoms. Most people told Bertram Leary that he threw away his money by building his business so close to a slum neighborhood, but he just shrugged his shoulders. "We cannot rebuild this area and improve the livelihood of the people who dwell here if we never invest in the area," he told them. It was all nonsense, of course. Bertram Leary needed to be near the Bottoms in order to craft the Gateway to the Void for the Unseelie. He would not chance something going wrong by living on the other side of town. Besides, these were his people. He needed to be near them in order to rule them.At the top of the Leary Building was his penthouse, which took up the entire top floor with several bedrooms, formal sitting rooms, a formal dining room, and even an Olympic-sized pool. He shared the penthouse with his sister, Alana. Gargoyles perched on every corner of the roof as his perso

Bertram noticed how Karl's body tensed as he talked about his brother, his face slipping into a mask of disgust for a brief moment. Definitely no love lost there. That will make it easier to use him against the Warrior. "It's always sad when siblings don't get along. I'm lucky my sister and I are closer than most. Inseparable, you could say," Bertram said. "However, in your case, I can understand the estrangement. Siblings should not keep secrets from each other, and Rhychard has kept quite a few from you. He judges you, and yet, he has killed friends of mine with no remorse."Karl's eyes went wide. "No way! If my brother is anything, it's a sanctimonious, righteous do-gooder.""And yet, he has killed and will again. It's part of his secret and the reason you are here." Bertram sipped his bourbon. When he finished, he gestured to his sister with the hand holding the glass. "There are many races, such as Alana. Humans have always left them in the world of fantasy fiction, but I assure y