Free Reality Falling (The Book Wielder Saga 2) by Sean Davies Page A

or not to just walk out. She even toyed with the idea of killing the bitch.
    “Please, Cherriesa,” Silvario pleaded. “We do need Alice’s help.”
    “If you say so,” Cherriesa said grumpily, and folded her arms against her bosom.
    Alice was grateful that the top half of the Vampire’s modesty was covered at least. “I didn’t think you’d let humans down here, even as Vampire food.”
    “Some volunteer,” Silvario began, “and others stumble across our world, by accident or otherwise. We find that sometimes it is better to keep them down here than it is to trust them to keep their mouths closed.”
    Alice looked horrified.
    “What?” Cherriesa challenged. “It’s not like we don’t make it worthwhile for them.” She gestured to her amazing figure beneath the see-through negligee once more.
    Alice grunted in disgust and looked away; she’d seen enough Vampire rack for one day. “Why do you want me to go into the Gloom, then?”
    Silvario took the question. “I’m afraid to say that our potion reserves have been steadily diminishing since Winston Reynolds’ partnership with the Freaks. We would like you to cross over into the Gloom, in one of our secluded safe houses, to help replenish our reagent reserves. I’m sure that I don’t have to remind you of just how important potions are to our resistance efforts. We would surely be overpowered without them.”
    “Don’t you have other Book Wielders that can do a supply run for you?” Alice asked.
    “Our other Book Wielders are busy turning our reserve ingredients into potions,” Cherriesa cut in. “Most Book Wielders are adepts at alchemy, unlike you,” she said rudely in her sickly sweet Tropican accent.
    Alice threw a dirty look in her direction quickly before turning back to Silvario. “I wouldn’t even know where to start. I don’t know what to look for.”
    She had flicked through her book, though probably not as much as she should have, but it had only really shown her how to master the negation magic.
    “Don’t worry,” Silvario said nicely, “I had considered that.” He went to one of the many bookshelves within the room and pulled out a small lime green hardback book.
    He handed the book to Alice. She looked at it and could just about make out the title ‘Basic but Potent Defence Potions’ embossed in fading brownish gold print. Some of the pages had their corners folded and marked at sections that had pictures of the ingredients she was looking for.
    “There’s nothing special in there,” Silvario explained, “especially compared to the wealth of knowledge that your own book contains, but as it will be stuck in place when you cross over you’ll have to make do. The pictures should be helpful.”
    Alice nodded. “Okay. Get in, grab reagents, get out.” It seemed easy enough.
    “Hopefully it will be that simple,” Silvario said earnestly. “Jonathan and some of our guards will escort you to the safe house. You are of course welcome to bring some of your own people too.”
    “Hope you have a safe journey to the Gloom,” Cherriesa in a sweet and obviously sarcastic voice.
    She pulled off the negligee, balled it up, and tossed it through her red portal before smirking. She walked off, deliberately swaying her hips from side to side to emphasise her perfect buttocks as she entered her private chambers.
    Alice stormed out of the sanctum and walked alongside Jonathan back to the room that she was borrowing.
    “Did it go okay?” Jonathan asked after they’d walked in awkward silence for a while. “Cherriesa give you grief?”
    “Let’s just say that I saw more of her than I would’ve liked to,” Alice fumed.
    Jonathan’s eyebrows rose. “Yes, she is quite the exhibitionist at times.”
    “Massive understatement,” she replied angrily. “Tell me, are all Supernatural women whores?”
    Jonathan laughed. “Not all of them, though most are a little bit ‘out there’. But then, when you live