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Mortal in Mysteria
SUSAN GRANT
A Lone Wolf
MARYJANICE DAVIDSON
The Witches of Mysteria and the Dead Who Love Them
GENA SHOWALTER
Candy Cox and the Big Bad (Were)Wolf
P. C. CAST
Introduction
Once upon a time in a land closer than anyone might be comfortable with, a demon high
lord was sent to destroy a small, starving (and, let's face it, weird) band of settlers who
were fleeing the last town they'd tried to settle in (a place eventually known as Kansas
City, Missouri, the Show Me State, which did indeed show them tar and feathers and the
road west). The group was composed of magical misfits and outcasts: a bloodaphobic
vampire, a black‐magic witch and her white‐magic husband, a pack of arduous
(translation: hump‐happy) werewolves, and a man named John who had gotten confused
and joined the wrong wagon train. When the demon spied this ragged, rejected bunch, he
(for a reason known only to himself but which had to do with uncontrollable random acts
of kindness) decided not just to spare them, but to create a magical haven for them.
And so, nestled in a beautiful valley in the Rocky Mountains, the town of Mysteria was
founded. Over the years, it became a refuge for creatures of the night and those
unwanted by traditional society. No one—or thing—was turned away. Magic thrived,
aphrodisiacs laced the pollen, and fairy tales came true.
The first settlers eventually died (those that weren't already dead or undead, that is), but
they left pieces of themselves behind. The vampire invented a powerful blood‐appetite
suppressant for any other vampires with a fear of blood. The witch and the warlock
created a wishing well—a wishing well that swirled and churned with both white and black
magic, a dangerous combination. The hump‐happy werewolves left the essence of
perpetual springtime and love (translation: they peed all around the boundary of the city,
so that everyone—or thing—that entered or left Mysteria was, well, marked). John, the
only nonmagical being in the group, left his confused but mundane genes, founding a
family that would ultimately spawn more humans of nonmagical abilities who remained in
Mysteria because finding their way out was just too much like geometry.
Each of the settlers thought, as their spirits floated to the heavens—all right, some of
them went straight to hell, the naughty sinners—that their best contribution to the
fantastical town of Mysteria was a happily‐ever‐after for their descendants. If only they
could have known the events that would one day unfold…
MORTAL IN MYSTERIA
Susan Grant
Chapter One
The dirty, sweat‐soaked demon dropped to his knees. His hands, bound at the wrists with
chains, rested awkwardly at the small of his back. Nevertheless, he formed his mouth into
a smile he hoped appeared as contrite as his posture.
'Tis better if you do not infuriate the
boss any more than you have already
, he thought. "I am prepared to pay for my
transgressions, Master."
"And pay for them, you shall!" The Devil's forked tongue darted out to moisten thin,
malice‐curved lips. "I have thought long and hard about your crimes," he hissed with the
very faintest of lisps. "Now, prepare to receive your sentence, Demon."
"Aye, Master." All the demons were named "Demon" down here in Hell. To their master
they were all but indistinguishable. Only Lucifer stood apart, with his trademark black
goatee, the horns, the pitchfork, and the crimson suit. Proof that the whimsies of fashion
in Hell had been at a standstill since the birth of time.
Fashion? Hell's bells, didn't he have more important things to worry about? Like losing his
head, or some other body part of which he'd grown fond? The demon winced. His
concentration simply wasn't what it used to be after the century of torture he'd endured
for his crimes. Or had it been two or three centuries that he'd been paying for his terrible
deeds? It had become difficult to keep track. Ah, but what was an extra century or two in
the grand scheme of things? He'd existed for more than ten thousand years, tasked to
bring the worst sort of doubt into the miserable, pitifully abbreviated lives of human
beings. Far from being just any demon, he was a demon lord, and one of the most ancient
of them all: the Demon High Lord of Self‐Doubt and Second Thoughts, the bane of many a
human failure, simpering creatures all too eager to listen to the fears that he could so
easily plant in their weak minds.
You can't
, he'd whisper until they believed it.
You won't.
Try, and you will surely fail
.
Countless men who could have ruled the world had never stepped beyond their front
doors because he'd made them doubt their abilities, made them afraid to take chances, to
risk failure. Nor were women any safer from his dark murmurings through the eons. He'd
frightened countless wenches, silencing their voices by playing up their fears of sounding
too shrill, too stupid, too… different.
Humanity's failures—he'd been the force behind so many of them. Until that fateful day
when he'd glimpsed true courage and couldn't bring himself to destroy it, giving the Will‐
to‐Go‐On to a small, starving band of settlers wandering in the snowy woods of the Rocky
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