My one of my two favorite scenes from Turn Coat
“It’s a tough target,” I admitted. “It knows magic, and how to defend against it.”
“Yes,” Morgan said. He watched me pick a preloaded syringe of antibiotics from the cooler. “And its abilities are more than the equal of both of us put together.”
“Jinkies,” I said. I primed the syringe and pushed the antibiotics into the IV line. Then I got the codeine and a cup of water, offering Morgan both. He downed the pills, laid his head back wearily, and closed his eyes.
“I Saw one once, too,” he said.
I started cleaning up. I didn’t say anything.
“They aren’t invulnerable. They can be killed.”
I tossed wrappers into the trash can and restored equipment to the medical kit. I grimaced at the bloodied rug that still lay beneath Morgan. I’d have to get that out from under him soon. I turned to leave, but stopped in the doorway.
“How’d you do it?” I asked, without looking behind me.
It took him a moment to answer. I thought he’d passed out again.
“It was the fifties,” he said. “Started in New Mexico. It followed me to Nevada. I lured it onto a government testing site, and stepped across into the Nevernever just before the bomb went off.”
I blinked and looked over my shoulder at him. “You nuked it?”
He opened one eye and smiled.
It was sort of creepy.
“Stars and stones… that’s…” I had to call a spade a spade. “Kind of cool.”
“Gets me to sleep at night,” he mumbled. He closed his eye again, sighed, and let his head sag a little to one side.