Glass Hammer Bubbler Novels & Stories

"I'm a thief. And I’m about to pull the biggest heist in history." ​I didn't pull the levers. I didn't hit the "Y." ​I reached into the collar of my shirt and pulled out the small, jagged piece of glass I’d carried since the factory the same piece I’d used to hobble the intruder in the cellar. With a scream of effort, I jammed the glass into the primary vacuum tube at the center of the brass console. ​The glass shattered. The vacuum hissed, a high-pitched scream of escaping gas and ancient energy.

Brass rods supporting amber glass lamps suspended in the air over softly lit dark oak tables and a long, Gleaming bar. The air was filled with wooden fan blades that were slowly whirling and reeked of gray lupus garou. Fresh awareness pricked her nerve endings. She suspected that the worn-out antique mirrors on the rear wall behind the bar had been silent witnesses to the events there for a very long time. What a tale those mirrors could tell if they had recorded every photo taken during the bar’s operation.

Holy crap, I’m in a Bentley, about to drink Dom Perignon. To say I was intimidated was an understatement. Connor pressed another button, and a center portion in the wall across from us opened up to reveal a whole collection of glassware – champagne flutes, wine glasses, all those different fancy cocktail glasses you see in bridal gift sections. He poured two flutes of champagne and handed me one. I knew nothing about crystal, but I could tell that the glass was expensive just by handling it – surprisingly heavy for its size, but delicate to the touch and incredibly thin.

My Master, his dark eyes full of the promise of what is to come as he offers me a glass: a tall flute, shimmering gold in the candlelight, frothing white and fragrant as I sip wine and bubbles together. ... The bottles rattle and clink as I take them out, stacking them at the edge of my 'range'. The box is plastic-lined, held together with staples and packing tape. My fingers are numb and inflexible, and I work for long seconds trying to get a fingernail under the tape to peel it away and disassemble the box. Memo to self: when this is over, grow some fucking fingernails... When this is over... The staples are heavy-duty, perhaps useful.

I could not even pick up something as small as a lighter. Despair closed in around me. I curled up in the corner, my vision blurring as consciousness slowly slipped away. Just as I was about to pass out, the door suddenly swung open. A greasy-looking man in his forties walked in, his beer belly leading the way. His eyes crawled over me with a sickening grin. I shrank back, my voice shaking. "Who are you?" He chuckled, the sound making my skin crawl. "That doesn't matter. What matters is your dear cousin paid me a nice sum to take good care of you. She said Mr. Lawson doesn't care about you anymore, so I can do whatever I want."

It creates a sensual contrast to the tight coil of tension building in my chest. He walks over to a bar cart. The soft clink of glass against glass breaks the silence. He pours two glasses of whiskey. The amber liquid glows like liquid gold in the dim light. Ice cubes clink gently as they settle. He hands me a glass. Our fingers brush during the exchange. The brief contact sends a sharp spark racing up my arm. The crystal feels cool at first. It warms quickly in my grip from the heat of my hand.

They especially liked the simple version of a Gauss Rifle, a grooved wooden board with four gold plated, neodymium-iron-boron magnets taped to it. “Cool! What is it?” Carri asked. “It’s a linear acceleration device for studying high-energy physics.” They were silent for a moment. Then Malix piped up, “Can I play with it?” She snorted with amusement. “Sure. Bring it out to the garden. Carri and Twix, you bring the little table there.” She didn’t think Fallon would care if they used the marble topped end table. It wasn’t like they were going to damage it.

You take many samples of the nectar to your tongue. I thought you would hold my lips closed and tell me to stand up. We would attempt to catch as much as possible in a long-fluted glass. No! You are a perfectionist. Instead, you insert a delicate tube of gold, of such purity that it easily bends into an n-shape. You tell me to call out when I think you have plumbed my depths. This I do. You place a piece of swan gut on the exterior end and suck on it. The tube becomes a siphon and you deliver the valuable liquid back into the champagne bottle.

“Don’t you remember what happened last time?” I look down my nose at the glass. The hemoglobin molecule is on the rim of the glass, pushing against the tip of my nose, preventing me from drinking the champagne. My nose pushes up to look like a pig's nose from the pressure. I jump back with a gasp and give it a stunned look, then turn my gaze to Amy and Estelle. Do they see it? When I look back at the glass, the miniature figure is gone. “Is everything okay, Zara?” Estelle looks at me with concern. Clearly, didn’t the red spot on the glass or they would freak out?

MARAMI na ang nainom ni Gieselle at medyo lumalabo na ang paningin. May inilapag na isang kaha ng sigarilyo si Aaron sa mesa at kumuha ng isang stick si Adrian. Nagpaalam siyang hihingi ng isa at nagulat si Aaron pero tumango rin. Mabilis siyang kumuha ng isang piraso at inipit sa kanya labi bago sinindihan.