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As I said in the previous entry, I only did about 750 words of A Furnace Sealed this weekend, but I also read over what I'd already written and the outline for the rest of it, and the book's really in my head now, which is good.

I'm really happy with how the book is progressing. Here's an excerpt:
Downstairs was Ahondjon's magick shop. The man himself wasn't in—his nephew Medawe was, and he was talking on the cordless phone.

He waved at me as I came down the metal stairs. The place was dank, lit only by crummy fluorescent lights, since there weren't any windows.

"Nah, he ain't here," Medawe was saying. Unlike his uncle, he was born in the Bronx, so he didn't have Ahondjon's thick west African accent. "It's Sunday morning, he's in church. … Nah, I ain't telling you what church. … What, you telling me you found Jesus now? Bullshit. Just gimme the message, I'll let him know when he gets back. … I don't know when, I ain't found no Jesus, neither. 'Sides, you know how he likes talking to folks. Could be hours. … Yeah, well, fuck you too."

Shaking his head, Medawe pressed the END button on the phone.

"Another satisfied customer?"

Medawe snorted. "Yeah, somethin' like that. What'cha need, Gold?"

"I need to talk to Ahondjon. He really in church?"

"Hell, no. Only time his ass goes into a church is to deliver their holy water."

I blinked. "Wait, churches buy holy water from him?"

"They do if they want the shit that works."

"Well, I hope his holy water smells better than his talisman to stop a unicorn."

Medawe frowned. "What, it didn't work?"

I smiled. "It worked fine. When I activated it, it smelled like a moose fucking a dead octopus."

"Yeah, well, you want shit that works, it's gonna stink."

"Still, I've had some complaints. The first being from my hooter." I pointed to my oversized schnozz.

Medawe chuckled. "Look, I'll pass it on, but you know my uncle."

"I do indeed." I also noticed that Medawe hadn't actually answered my question about when Ahondjon would be back, which led me to think he either didn't know or couldn't tell me.

Whatever, I had a binding spell to stop. "Hey, I wanna double check, what would the components be if you wanted to cast a binding spell on a loa?"

That got me another snort from Medawe. "A thing'a lipstick so you can kiss your ass goodbye. Who'd be stupid enough to do that?"

"Woman over in Seton Falls Park, apparently."

Shaking his head, Medawe said, "Well, there's lotsa binding spells, but if you want to bind a loa, you're gonna need an Obsidian candle, thick rope, a red ribbon, and sandalwood."

I winced. Except for the candle, that was stuff you could get over the counter anyplace. Hell, you could probably get all that at Target. "Does it have to be an Obsidian candle, or can any black candle do it?"

"Depends."

"On what?"

"If you want the binding to work or not."

Ask a stupid question... "Yeah, okay, thanks, Medawe. And tell your uncle—"

"Moose fuckin' a dead octopus, you got it."

I grinned. "Thanks."

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