Free Apocalypse Happens by Lori Handeland

Mexico.”
    “Summer’s not dumb enough to go there,” he said.
    “I don’t need her. Sawyer’s been around long enough to know what a dagda is and where to find one.”
    “Dagda?” Quinn echoed, and I froze, even as Jimmy cursed.
    “Do you know where to find one?” I asked.
    “One?” His face creased in confusion. “There is only one.”
    “Explain.”
    “ The Dagda. The good God.”
    I stilled as icy dread skated up my back. “The Dagda is a god.”
    “No. There is only one of those. Although many aspire.”
    Whew.
    “So the Dagda is on our side?”
    “Not necessarily.”
    “But he’s good.”
    “Not good as in morally, but good as in all-powerful. Good at everything.”
    Well, I had been searching for an über-fairy.
    “Do you know where he is?”
    “He isn’t anywhere.”
    “Everyone’s somewhere, Quinn. Spill it.”
    “The Dagda has immense power. He can kill many with a single blow of his club and resurrect them simply by tapping the lifeless bodies with the handle. His caldron contains magic beyond compare.”
    “Just the guy I need to see.” I narrowed my eyes. “Now.”
    “Those who approach the Dagda do not return the same.”
    I glanced at Jimmy, who appeared fascinated by the descending moon. “That’s exactly what I had in mind.”
    “What do you want of him?”
    I didn’t care to explain the particulars of Summer’s sex spell—even if I’d known them—that kept Jimmy’svampire nature dormant, unless there was a full moon, so I stuck to the facts.
    “I need a spell reversed. He can do that, right?”
    Quinn nodded, but still he hesitated. “The Dagda is both good and evil. He hasn’t yet chosen a side.”
    “All the more reason to have a talk.” An all-powerful fairy god just might come in handy. “Point me in the right direction, Quinn, and I’ll do the rest.”
    “There is no direction, mistress.” He cleared his throat when I gave him a narrow glare. “Liz,” he corrected. “The Dagda lives in the Otherworld, a land that exists parallel to this one.”
    “Parallel,” I repeated.
    He spread his hands. “Another realm that is beneath.”
    “Beneath what?”
    “The earth.”
    “How far beneath? Tartarus level?”
    His yellow-green eyes widened. “No! He isn’t a Grigori.”
    “But he lives beneath.”
    “The Dagda lives in the Otherworld because he does not care for this one.”
    “Why not?”
    “Do you?”
    Actually, I did care for it, very much. Otherwise I wouldn’t be risking my life, love and the pursuit of all my happiness to save it. But explain that to a gargoyle.
    “How do we get there?”
    “I know the way.”
    I shot a glance at Jimmy. He still stared at the sky. “Summer didn’t.”
    “She wouldn’t. Until we chose a side—good or evil—we resided in the Otherworld. Summer chose right away.”
    “Wow, she’s a saint,” I muttered.
    “She may become one if the forces of light triumph. If the forces of darkness rule”—he shook his head—“I wouldn’t want to be her.”
    If the forces of darkness ruled, I wasn’t going to want to be me. Hell, no one on our side was going to want to be us anymore if the demons ruled the world.
    Which meant we had to move forward. Jimmy had to become again a darkness that was equal to my own. Ruthie had said that was the only way we could fight the Grigori that had been released and were even now repopulating the earth with a legion—that cursed word again—of Nephilim. We had to be as badass as they were.
    “How do we get to the Otherworld?” I asked.
    “I can open the door anywhere. All I need is a hill.”
    He turned and slipped into a nearby yard. I reached for Jimmy’s hand, figuring I’d have to drag him, but he lifted both arms, as if in surrender. “I’ll come.”
    I motioned for him to go ahead of me. I wasn’t stupid. I turned my back, and Jimmy went poof. He’d done it before.
    But he followed Quinn without complaint. Jimmy’s hangdog behavior was bugging me more than