Hades? Carnival #2
Samhain Publishing
April 2013
On Sale: April 16, 2013
Featuring: Kellsie Morris; Marko
ISBN: B00AHH2S3I EAN: 9781619214354 Kindle: B00AHH2S3I e-Book Add to Wish List
She grabbed the flap and, at the last second, kept
herself from flinging it back. There could be someone in
there and she probably shouldn't be wandering around here at
night. Not that she'd get in trouble or anything, but she
didn't want to piss off the set designer.
Easing the flap aside, Kellsie peered inside. A bright
spotlight shone on the center of the room. She stepped
inside, no longer caring if there was someone already in
there. The carousel stood in solitary splendor. It had to be
a replica of an antique because it was like something from a
bygone era. The base and the top were heavily carved with
curlicues and spirals. It was fanciful and beautiful,
exactly what a carousel should be.
She knew there would be space for seven animals on the
ride, but four were missing, leaving gaps of several feet
and the metal bolts that had once anchored them to the base.
Only three animals remained.
Kellsie moved closer, studying the chipped white and red
paint and gold gilding that was fading at the top and base.
The animals themselves were in perfect condition and even
more beautiful than she'd expected.
Whoever had carved the wolf had caught him in
mid–stride. His muscles rippled beneath his fur, his
jaws open on a snarl, revealing his sharp white teeth. He
looked fierce and gorgeous.
She reached out her hand and ran it over his flanks. If
she closed her eyes, she could easily imagine she was
touching fur. "Wow. This is spectacular," she breathed.
"You're one tough creature." It was all too easy to picture
the wolf racing through the woods in search of prey.
There was an empty space beside the wolf. A small metal
label was bolted next to it and it read Serpent. Next to
that was another space with a label that read Jaguar. Too
bad the script called for them to be missing. She would have
loved to have seen the artist's rendition of both. She
imagined the jaguar would be sleek and deadly with sharp
teeth and a powerful jaw. The serpent, she wasn't so certain
about. Would it be snake–like or more of a dragon?
Her breath caught in her throat as she studied the next
animal. A huge brown bear stared back at her through dark,
expressive eyes. The effect was so real, Kellsie would
almost swear the creature was actually alive and watching her.
"Amazing." She stroked the fur covering his massive
body, which had been painted a combination of varying shades
of brown with a hint of black. Powerful and commanding, this
was the king of the forest. The claw on her necklace seemed
to pulse against her skin. She reached over her shoulder and
absently rubbed her tattoo. There was no mistaking the sheer
brute strength of this animal.
She tore herself away from the bear and forced herself
to examine the rest of the carousel. There was another empty
space. The label on this one seemed slightly scorched, which
was a brilliant touch considering it was supposed to have
housed a phoenix. She could picture a great beast painted in
shades of red and gold, like fire.
Next came the lion. He was a formidable beast with a
huge mane. Muscles rippled beneath his tawny skin and his
jaws were open on a silent roar.
Beside him was another empty space. The plaque on this
one read White Tiger. She didn't think he'd have been
totally white, but would have had dark stripes down his body.
She wished they were all here for her to see, but the
movie was on a budget and the other animals weren't
necessary. They'd obviously hired a skilled craftsman to
create the animals that were here. There was no way they
were antique. They'd have cost a fortune. She also couldn't
imagine anyone owning one of these carousel animals and
parting with them.
She rounded the carousel again and the bear drew her to
him. He really was quite an incredible thing to look at.
Massive. That was the best way to describe him. Even
standing on all fours, he was almost as tall as she was.
Thick muscles were covered with a heavy coat of fur. Long,
lethal claws tipped his paws. His jaw was wide, his nose a
velvety black.
Reaching out, Kellsie stroked his nose. She jerked her
hand back and cradled it against her chest. It had felt cool
and moist. Impossible. "Boy, this thing is real enough to
play on the imagination."
Chewing on her bottom lip, she studied his wide back.
There were no painted–on saddles like on most carousel
animals, just the creature's broad body, which could easily
hold her. Heck, her feet wouldn't even come near the ground.
She put out her hand again and was surprised to see it
was quivering. A combination of nerves and excitement, she
supposed. She hoped she'd have to sit on him for the movie
shoot for at least one of the scenes. The part of the script
she'd read hadn't specified which creature was supposed to
come to life. Maybe she'd have to sit on all of them. Of
course, there was always the off chance she wouldn't have to
actually ride any of them at all. Maybe her character
released the mythical warrior in some other way.
If that was the case, she might never get another
opportunity to be this close to the bear again. "You won't
hurt anything," she promised herself. "Sitting on him won't
damage the paint job."
Kellsie touched the bear's flank. Shit, it really felt
like fur. This was crazy. She should just go back to her
trailer and get a good night's sleep. The director would
probably be back tomorrow, if he hadn't already shown up
while she was holed up in her trailer, and she'd have to get
down to work.
And she really should hunt down Brittany and see about
getting a complete script. There would be fourteen to
eighteen–hour days of nonstop work for the next three
to four weeks and she needed to be ready.