Sweet MYTH-tery of Life by Robert Asprin

Again, this was a bit of an understatement. I had been here trying to bust Aahz out of jail before they executed him for murder. It occurred to me, however, that it might not be wise to go into too many details of my previous visit. Fortunately, I needn’t have worried.

“Well we can fix that right now,” Cassandra declared, grabbing my hand and pulling me along behind her as she started off. “There’s a little club around the corner here that’s all the rage currently. It’s as good a place as any to start our expedition.”

“Wait a minute,” I said, digging in my heels a bit. “What about me? I mean, if I recall correctly, off-worlders in general and humans specifically aren’t all that welcome here. In fact, don’t most vampires consider us humans to be monsters?”

“Oh, that’s just the superstitious old fuddyduddies,” my date insisted, continuing to tow me along. “The kind of folks that hang out at the clubs are pretty open-minded. You’ll see.”

Somehow, the phrase “pretty open-minded” didn’t suffice to calm all my fears. I was all too aware that I was a long way from home with no independent means to get back there if anything went wrong and I got separated from my date. Just to be on the safe side, I started casting about for force lines . . . the energy source I was trained to tap into for my magik. Limbo was notoriously short on them, which had caused me no small amount of problems during my last visit, and if I was going to have to do anything on “reserve power,” I’d be wise to start mustering it well in advance of any trouble.