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fixing me with a ferocious glare.
    “Taylor! Find the Unholy Grail for me, or suffer an eternity of my wrath!”
    While the sorcerer’s attention was fixed on me, Alex calmly produced a heavy bung-starter from behind the bar. He plucked off the sorcerer’s tall pointy hat and hit him over the head with the bung-starter. The sorcerer yelped once, and collapsed. Alex raised his voice.
    “Lucy! Betty! Time to take out the trash!”
    Lucy and Betty Coltrane, Alex’s body-building bouncers, arrived and cheerfully hauled away the unconscious sorcerer. Alex glared at me.
    “Unholy Grail?”
    “Trust me, Alex. You really don’t want to know.”
    He sighed. “Taylor, get out of here. You’re bad for business.”

Meetings in Dark Place

    T he long and narrow alleyway outside Strangefellows was as dark, gloomy, and filthy dirty as always. The heavy blue light from the huge moon hanging overhead gave the cobbled alley a bleak, sinister air, like the uneasy streets we walk in our dreams, and never to anywhere good. Business as usual, in the Nightside. I headed for the bright city lights at the end of the alley, picking my way carefully through the rubbish littering the way. There were severed hands everywhere, and not a few feet, all hard as ice and dusted with hoarfrost. The Little Sisters of the Immaculate Chainsaw had been busy tonight. The Christmas season must be starting early this year.
    A figure appeared suddenly at the far end of the alley, standing silhouetted against the glaring neon, and I stopped dead in my tracks. For a moment my heart slammed painfully against my chest, and I forgot how to breathe. The last time I’d walked down this alley, I’d been ambushed by my enemies. The faceless horrors of the Harrowing had come for me, and I’d only escaped with the help of my old friend Razor Eddie. Of course, he’d been the one who set me up for the ambush; but that’s friends for you, in the Nightside.
    But this time there was only the one figure, with a distinctly female silhouette, and as she started down the dark alleyway towards me, a soft golden glow appeared around her, lighting her way. She was exceedingly blonde and pretty, and almost overpoweringly voluptuous, moving with easy grace in her own pool of light. Marilyn Monroe, in her glorious prime, in her iconic white halter dress. Not a look-alike or a double, but indisputably the real thing, wrapped in glamour, bursting with life and laughter, just like in her films. Sweet and sexy Marilyn, walking in her own spotlight.
    She came to a halt before me, and smiled dazzlingly. She smelted of sex and sweat and sandal-wood, of roses and rot, and though her smile was a inviting as ever, there was no matching warmth in her eyes.
    “Hello, sugar,” she said, in a voice like a caress. “I’m so glad I found you. I’ve got a message for you.”
    “That’s nice,” I said, carefully non-committal.
    She laughed her famous laugh, wrinkled her nose at me, and handed me a long white envelope with the tips of her fingers. “This is for you, sweetie. Inside the envelope, there’s a blank check! Signed by Mr. Hughes himself. He wants the Unholy Grail for his collection. All you have to do is find it for him, and you can fill in the check for whatever amount you like. Isn’t that generous of him?”
    “Pardon me for asking?” I said. “But aren’t you dead?”
    She laughed huskily and tossed her head. Her wavy hair moved in slow sensuous waves. Being bathed in the glow of her open sexuality was like staring into a blast furnace.
    “Oh, that wasn’t me. Howard looks after his friends.”
    “I rather thought he was dead too.”
    “Men that rich don’t die, sugar. Not if they don’t want to. They just move to another plane, for tax reasons. He’s mixing with some really powerful people these days.”
    “People?”
    “Loosely speaking.”
    I weighed the envelope in my hands thoughtfully. I’d never been offered a blank check before. I was tempted. But…