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Jason, reforged. (excerpt from book 3: A Recipe for War)


Three separate cauldrons poured acrid fumes into the air. Lit from within, a bloody red glow illuminated The Professor’s face.

The golem glanced to Jason, who knelt nearby, desperately trying to remain calm.

“Are you ready?”

“Do you mean I can back out?”


“I guess I’m ready, then,” Jason extended his smoothly scarred stump towards The Professor and averted his eyes. “Will it hurt?”

“Oh, no. Not even a tickle,” The Professor glanced at Althea and winced, nodding.

Althea, looking a bit panicked, swooped across the room and took a place behind her fiancée, then gave her golem a thumbs-up.

The Professor cleared her throat, pulled a wand from her lab coat and tapped the lip of the first cauldron. A large ball of molten titanium rose, glowing brightly. A second tap on the next one, caused a ball of molten gold rise to float next to the first.

The Professor stuck her wand behind her ear, and extended both hands outwards. Her eyes closed, she drew the two balls of liquid metal towards each other. As they neared, each released a tendril of material towards the other. As they touched, a dramatic sparking began crackling between the two, and they married, flowing into each other, becoming a large ball of magically charged metal.

“OK, Jason. Here we go. The prep spell I put on you earlier will facilitate integration.”

Retrieving her wand, The Professor muttered a short incantation and with small precise flicks of her wand, the molten metal sphere moved slowly towards Jason, who flinched from the heat.

The Professor reached towards Jason, palm down and wiggled her fingers, as if operating a marionette.

Jason straightened his arm out more and stiffened, held sway with magic. “Babe, I’m scared.”

Althea stroked his face and kissed him on the top of the head. “I know,” She nodded to The Professor.

Nodding back, the golem urged the sphere towards Jason with the wand. A tendril of radiant metal gently reached out and touched the scarred stump that was the remains of his forearm. Foul smoke and the smell of burning flesh erupted from the interaction.

Jason screamed as the molten metal found the severed ends of his radius and ulna and began working its way into and around them.

“Don’t worry. The spell is making sure your body isn’t being damaged.” Althea hugged him tightly from behind.

As the metal worked its way into his body, Althea jerked away with a shout of pain. The pajamas that Ooedo loaned him burst into flame, tracing the metal’s progress through his body until only ashes and scraps of cloth remained. The last bit of metal formed a cap around the stump, still glowing brightly.

The Professor began inscribing magical script into the metal with the tip of her wand in a fast but meticulous fashion. As she finished, she held up her left hand and touched the tip of her index finger and thumb, as if saying “OK” and blew through the hole, causing white frost to pour through.

Jason’s screaming subsided into ragged breathing and whimpers as the frost cooled the metal that had coursed its way through and around his skeleton.

The Professor released her spell on him and nodded. “Good. Lay him on the futon. It’s time to make the arm now.” She gestured to Hikaru,  who scurried to her side, carrying something wrapped in cloth.

Tapping the cauldrons again, she brought another pair of molten metal balls up, fused them, and moved them to the third cauldron, where it sank out of sight, save for the glow from within.

Hikaru unwrapped the package revealing Jason’s severed arm, now covered in runes and markings. He placed the arm before The Professor, who inspected the work for the hundredth time that day.

“Well. This is it. Hikaru.” She gestured to her assistant.

Hikaru nodded, picked up the forearm with a set of tongs and lowered it into the cauldron. Black and foul smoke poured forth and was fanned away by The Professor. Standing on some books, she peered inside and nodded with a smile. She blew frost into the cauldron, cooling it down, and beckoned for Hikaru again.

Hikaru reached in and pulled out the forearm, which besides having swollen somewhat, seemed unchanged.

The Professor grinned “Gimmie.”

Taking the arm, she began pulling off the skin, revealing bright gold metal.

“It’s beautiful,” Hikaru blurted.

“Yeah. We do good work.”

Hikaru blushed deeply at her praise. “No, it was all your work.”

She turned and approached Jason who lay naked and whimpering. “It’s ready.”

“He’s out of it for a while, “ Althea said, stroking him.

The golem nodded and held the golden forearm’s flat end to the cap that covered the end of Jason’s arm. The two of them snapped together like magnets. “At least he’s whole again.”



The leprechaun tugged on his curly beard and furrowed his brows. “Well,” he began slowly. “I’m hearing ya, but I’m going to need a bit more to go on.”  He raised a hand and snapped his fingers to draw Ramon’s attention.

Glancing over to Gilligan’s extended hand, the world exploded in bright lights as the little man sucker punched him with a right cross. Staggering, he shook the stars from his eyes and fell back into a fighting stance

“Little man, you stepped over a line.”

“Oi!” lightning speed punches punctuated Gilligan’s speech, “I am not, nor ever have been, a man. I’m Folk. Don’t make that mistake again.”

Ramon, completely stunned by the swift attack by the leprechaun, swung wildly and attempted to put some space between the two of them, but lost track of him, and spun to get him back in his sights.

“Here it comes.” Gilligan shouted, popping up into an uppercut, but the decisive punch never landed, as Ramon staggered to the left, and instead carried him past his target.

Ramon planted a foot into Gilligan’s back and kicked him, tumbling to the ground. He spat blood and advanced on his target, who had tumbled to his feet, rather than staying down.

“Once again!” the leprechaun advanced on Ramon. The two of them exchanged blows back and forth for minutes, but no real damage was done on either side. Every few attacks, Gilligan would try some outlandish move which either missed outright, or was foiled by something in the environment.

Finally a look of understanding dawned on Gilligan’s face. He  ducked lower and sped up his attacks, breaking  Ramon’s defense utterly, sending him to the floor, where he weakly tried to stand, before giving in.

“Well,” Gilligan started, as he leaned over Ramon, “I think I know what’s going on here.”

“So clue me the fuck in and start with why I just got my ass beat,” Ramon gasped.

“So,” Gilligan said, offering a hand. “You’re being blocked. Maybe a curse. Not sure. You’ll have to have that looked into. Not my specialty”

Ramon took the offered hand and rose unsteadily.


“Yeah. Whoever did it half-assed the job, though. Your luck is so powerful that it skewed every single lucky attack I threw. Any one of them would KO an Ogre, so It’s clearly keeping you alive in emergencies, but can’t be used directly.

“That’s bad,” Ramon gingerly ran his tongue around in his mouth to find wounds. “It sure as shit didn’t save me from a whoopin.”

“Don’t think so hard on it. C’mon, I have some whiskey that needs drinking.”

Ramon grunted and followed the leprechaun inside the rear door of his cabin.


Ramon cocked his head at the little ginger man who was, frankly, looking more and more annoyed as the seconds passed.

“Dammit. Just throw the card into the fooking hat.” Gilligan said, his voice tremoring towards shouting.

“Keep cool, man. This is Miss Nancy’s family”

“Sir.” Ramon said tensely, “I’ve been trying.”

“I dinna say try, I said do it! Just do it!” The Leprechaun tugged on his bright orange curls in frustration.

Ramon tossed another card, which spun lazily towards the top had that sat on the grass about three yards away.

“No! Like this!” he snatched the stack of cards from Ramon, held them up and stared him in the eye, and with deliberate slowness, drew a card, and flung it backwards over his shoulder.

The card spun and sailed in a delicate arc, landing in the top hat.

Drawing again and again, he repeated the process six more times, each time the card landed in the hat. He then shoved the remaining cards back at his student, who took them begrudgingly.

“Man, I just don’t have the skill…”

Gilligan sighed, “Son, if this were about skill, I’d cry along with you and go have a drink. But this ain’t that. This is about luck, so stop your sad-sacking you mopey moor.”

“Man, how many times, I gotta tell you, I’m Mexican!”

“No! You’re a seventh of seven! You’re that above all else. Never forget it.  You’re drippin’ with luck, why the hell can’t you use it?

Ramon laughed. “Man, if it weren’t for bad luck, I’d have no luck at all.”