1. The Battered Lamp Chapter Five: The Appetite of the Succubus


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    Magic is not an area I've studied. It could be a mortal servant of the Marids. They had spies in my father's court and...well, my lamp was misplaced on my journey. That is why you need to train. To protect your family.” Kyle put a hand on her shoulder. “I'll protect you, Aaliyah.” “Me, too!” Fatima exclaimed, giving a little jump and whoop. “I know how to fight just as well as our husband.” Aaliyah smiled and nodded. “Well, let's get started.” He gave his mom a hug as they passed in the hallway, then he and his two wives trooped outside. Aaliyah summoned four weapons with the wave of her hand. They were magnificent weapons, all clearly Arabic: an ornate scimitar, the blade inlaid with bright gold; a short spear, the haft and slim spear-point etched with a strange, red metal; a curved dagger, inlaid with a blue metal; and what looked like a recurve horsebow, the limbs inlaid with green metal. “Choose one, my husband,” Aaliyah purred. “With these you shall free my people from oppression.” Kyle swallowed, the fear growing. “I'm only seventeen. How am I supposed to do that.” “You're a fighter,” she answered. “I can see it in your bearing. The blood of warriors and kings flows through your veins. And you awakened me, proving that you are the one person who can save my people. So please choose your weapon, my husband.” “And who are these other weapons for?” Fatima asked, eyeing the spear. “Great warriors that will serve our husband,” Aaliyah answered. “Men?” Aaliyah nodded at her ...
    wife. “Of course. Who else would be warriors?” The scimitar drew Kyle's gaze. I know how to fight with a katana, and I could learn how to fight with the curved sword. He walked over, grasping it in his hand. The sword seemed to come alive in his hand and he could feel its power—the blade was as ancient and implacable as a mountain. It glowed yellow, transforming into molten light. The weight shifted, like the balance of the sword was somehow changing. The hilt morphed in his hand, becoming familiar. The light died. He held a beautiful katana in his hand, perfectly balanced and gleaming in the weak, January sunlight peaking through a gap in the gray clouds. He couldn't help swinging it. This weapon was made for me. A name seemed to rise up in his mind—Earthbones. “Oh, wow!” Fatima gasped. Aaliyah nodded in satisfaction. “I am glad you choose that weapon. It is of the Jann, of the earth.” Fatima walked over to the spear, a grin on her face. She reached for it. “No!” the Genie yelled. “Only the chosen warrior may handle it.” His sister grasped the spear, hefting it. The spear turned into fire in his sister's hands, burning brightly. Aaliyah gasped as the spear lengthened, the point turning into a long, straight blade. The glow faded, and a beautiful yari, a Japanese spear, was in his sister's hand. She smiled, and then preformed a complicated kata, swinging the spear about and punctuating her thrusts with loud yells. She was so graceful, her black hair dancing about her, fire ...
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