by Ali Ozgur
The God accepted it with a nod and as soon as his hand touched the cover— his brow arched. He thought it looked familiar and assumed it was an artful imitation but it was indeed the genuine article.
“A dragon’s scale…” he murmured more to himself than to his host as he ran his thumb down a corner of the cover. Loki looked up, “Mine thanks… I am indebted to you. Thus: my number.” he carefully placed the book upon a side table then with a flick of the wrist a black business card was produced. Not many people could detect it, but the seemingly innocent looking piece of paper carried a very subtle spell that could magically open a connection between phone lines. It was not simply laced into Liesmith’s number but harmlessly onto the person themselves. It was necessary for those who traveled frequently through dimensions.
“Do not hesitate to call me if you are ever in need of my services.”
"It’s nothing, really, but if you…" Zathael took the card, smiling in return, and examined it. "Thank you. I am always happy to help."
He returned to his seat and laid the card neatly on the cover of the book he had been reading. The conversation actually held interest now, and his eyes glinted with thought. “I very rarely think anyone indebted to me, however. I consider it wicked to prey upon another’s disposition… unless survival dictates other measures are required, that is. I can view other realms as much as I please, but I cannot visit them, so creatures are quite…intriguing …to me.”
Made from copper wire fibres and resin.