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Dis: An Urban Midgard Short Story
Dis: An Urban Midgard Short Story
Dis: An Urban Midgard Short Story
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Colbie Moss has bigger concerns than being one of the dísir, the undead avatars of the Norse spirits of fate known as Norns. She has lost a mythic blade entrusted to her by her uptight yuppie mentor, no less than a Norse god of old. Now the blade is in the middle of a gang war that has left a beloved friend on the brink of death. Colbie will have to decide how far she is willing to go to recover the blade, save her friend’s soul, and keep gods and Norns alike from getting wind of the collateral damage.

“Dis” is an Urban Midgard short story, approximately 8,900 words (or roughly 30 pages) of urban fantasy with a noir sensibility that will appeal to fans of Jim Butcher, Seanan McGuire, and Laurell K. Hamilton.

LanguageEnglish
PublisherMargo Lerwill
Release dateMay 29, 2011
ISBN9781452484853
Dis: An Urban Midgard Short Story
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Margo Lerwill

Margo Lerwill nests in a windowless cubicle in a dark government hive, furtively scribbling out plans for the destruction of civilization disguised as harmless urban fantasy. Epic fantasy alternate weekends in months containing the letter ‘r’. She enjoys Caravaggio paintings, South Park humor, and movies where the monsters stay dead at the end. Her work has previously appeared in Leading Edge, Deep Magic, and numerous local and regional periodicals no one has ever heard of.

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    Dis - Margo Lerwill

    DIS

    AN URBAN MIDGARD SHORT STORY

    by

    Margo Lerwill

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    Dis

    Copyright © 2011 by Margo Lerwill

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    Dedicated to Delmer, Marjorie, Harry, and Anne.

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    DIS

    AN URBAN MIDGARD SHORT STORY

    For the second time in one night, I stood out in the open talking to thin air. A glance along the length of the darkened residential street found it deserted, but I still felt myself wearing that pinched-lipped frown that friends always said made me look sour. If someone sees me, they’re going to think I’m crazy.

    Hey, lady, you paying attention to this or what?

    I turned back toward the art deco house, stained with the grime of dirty air and foul weather and faded from pink to unbleached bone. Was the sharp tongue on Pa Xiong a dead thing or a teenager thing, I wondered. Already I couldn’t stand her. Her ghost stood, so to speak, just left of the front door to the Xiong home with her feet in her aunt’s flowerbed. Good thing Pa was already dead.

    I swallowed the listen-here-Miss-Thing voice pushing its way up my throat, but failed to prevent the eyebrow arch. I wouldn’t have gone all the way out to the cemetery and summoned you in the middle of the night if this wasn’t important, Pa.

    She snickered and tossed her

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