The Lurker Above Novels & Stories

Adam grumbled at Uncle Austin. Uncle Austin then looked at the black square-shaped item embedded in the marble table, Uncle Austin smiled. "They didn't hide the stove, Lord." Uncle Austin answered patiently. “The stove you have been looking for is behind you. It's black and square." He continued. Adam finally looked back, it was true. The stove had actually been seen earlier, but he thought that it was part of the table. The picture or pattern on the table.

"Enough. Yelling at the nerds won't fix this." "They're not nerds," Edward muttered. "They're all we've got right now and it will be better to be respectful." Lucas's phone buzzed once in his pocket but no one, including Lucas, paid it attention. Everyone's nerves were twisted, and their hopes almost wrenching. "They've got to be underground," Henry said, gesturing at the screen. "Every time we get a ping, it's short and buried." Edward stood up. "Then we find every damn place underground in this city. Bunkers, tunnels, old factories—"

Stories say the ground remembers blood there and keeps asking for more. I reach the lip and drop into a crouch. The quarry yawns beneath me, tiers of pale stone catching thin moonlight like exposed ribs. I flatten my body to the rock, peering over the edge. Loran is a dark stroke against the pale floor below, moving toward the deepest shadow. Another shape waits there. Hooded, skinny, posture wired tight. Their heads dip in close. Hands move. Something small passes between them, catching a faint wink of light before vanishing into a pocket. It happens too fast for me to identify it. A key? A token? A coin?