Bespelled

Chapter 4

"Jarrod!"

Turning around with a grimace I couldn't hold back and that I hoped passed muster as a smile, I faced the Elstree Unoff, my ex-bed-friend. I didn't as a rule have girlfriends or any romantic entanglements but I don't hold back on bed romps with willing partners. Elstree however was unusually clingy in thst department and I didn't desire a repeat performance with her.

"Would you handle her for me?" I asked Ebony, widening my eyes at her pitifully. She hated dealing with my scorned lovers but she really did a good job of it. Not one of them ever returned once they had come up against Ebony. I didn't as usual stick around to find out hiw she'd handle the otherwise fragile looking blond. They were an odd contrast Ebony and Elstree. One short plump brunette and the other tall willowy blond. Looking back at them as I swiftly disappeared between the crowd I felt an odd but familiar pinge in the vicinity of my chest. It was what happened when I knowingly hurt Ebony. it had taken years of such pinges to recognise it for what it was but recognise it I did. Guilt was sadly not a happy feeling.

Turning away I caught glimpse of my profile blown up in print alongside a stack of paperback and hardcover versions of my book. The talk up on Bespelled was nothing short of pure blarney. It was hardly a work of sublime fiction. Hard facts and potent spells should have been enough to produce a best selling book. Or Bespelling as the Times had called it. Yet I doubt it would achieve either.

The spells were mundane. Charms and potions that required no soul and therefore capable of being created by even the non-power people. Of course its potency intensifies with power in the bloodline. The soulless as a rule didn't exist. I was the odd exception curtesy of horny parents and an ire filled Goddess. Therefore the fascination with mundane spelling lied only with me. Hence why mine is the first ever of books of such kind. It naturally will not take the power world by a storm but the human world devoid of power was beyond passionate about it.

And with the Blackthorns support every media coverage possible has been created for the book. While today was the official launch, pre-booking sales was already amazing. I sighed with some satisfaction that this might actually take me away from the depths of my dependence on Ebony.

The odd pinge sprang once more in the vicinity of my chest. Rubbing the odd spot, my eyes lifted away from the books to move across the room searchingly for Ebony Blackthorn.