TITLE: the magic withheld
GENRE: urban fantasy
The earthquake wasn't his fault, not this time.
But Justus Aubre was guilty of laughing. To see the humor in any situation is a human failing. And he was mostly human.
Under the streetlights, in the darkened parking lot, several people from the concert had cell phones in their hands. He hoped they were calling the cops and he could melt into the crowd without attracting attention. But with the mugger looking at him with murder in his eye, fighting seemed the only option.
His grin widened. It had been a long time since his last fight. But in the next instant, Justus sobered.
Laughing at the wrong time kept getting him into the biggest messes. But in this case, the guy seemed unduly pissed about it. As far as the thug knew, Justus had only laughed after watching him do the concrete face plant.
Since the man was human, he couldn't have known about the wrap of magic that had tangled his feet as if someone tied his shoestrings together. When Justus heard the feeble cry, he turned and saw a shadowy figure pull a wristwatch from an old man and then shove him to the ground. Without thinking, Justus gathered the surrounding energy and flicked the invisible magic with his fingers. Air twisted around the mugger's legs and another gust blew him off balance. The man's wheeling arms clutched for something to grab but there was nothing except conjured air and it was slippery in the best way.