NEW RELEASE: Those Who Create and Destroy Ch. 12 “Honey, This Mirror Isn’t Big Enough for the Two of Us”

Hey y’all, here’s Chapter Twelve of our epic switchblade-and-sorcery e-novel, Those Who Create and Destroy. The novel’s almost finished and expected to come in at around 250,000 words. While we’re putting finishing touches on Parts 2 and 3, we’ll continue releasing Part 1 in weekly installments on Wednesdays, with audiobook and e-reader formats coming soon.


Mabel & Cass

“Honey, This Mirror Isn’t Big Enough for the Two of Us

story by Mabel Harper & Cassidy Webb
written by Cassidy Webb


Rory stood side by side with Jules on a busy sidewalk in Lincoln Park, staring up at a stuttering neon replica of the figure the dying sunlight had etched on that fire-blackened wall.

“‘Lit Sister,’” Jules read out loud from the sign.

“That’s our girl, yeah?” Rory grinned.

“Definitely.” Jules started up the steps.

“You have to be twenty-one to get in.”

“I thought you said you’d been here before.”

“They make exceptions for the talent. Also I have a cousin who makes kickass fake IDs, so I can get in anywhere I want. I can have him make you one for cheap if you want. Not sure how we’re gonna get you in tonight though. Maybe I can find a way to let you in the back.”

“I’ll get in.”


Jules slipped two fingers in his wallet, displayed a standard-sized card—each side blank with a pearlescent, holographic surface.

“What’s that?”

“Glamor card. To mundane eyes it’ll appear to be whatever they most expect to see. Driver’s license. Credit card. Library card. You name it. It’s standard-issue Martial Magus gear.”

Rory scanned Jules’s smooth cheeks and black doe eyes. “Um.”


“Promise you won’t get mad.”

“You know me and my explosive temper.”

“ … Aren’t you afraid it might say you’re underage?”

Jules looked expressly unamused.

“You said it’ll show what they expect to see. Just being real here—you’d be lucky to pass for sixteen.”

Jules rolled his eyes. “I have a backup plan,” he confessed.

“You do?”

The alchemist pried open his wallet, displayed a stack of hundred-dollar bills.

Rory gave a low whistle. “That Old World scrilla.”

“Don’t start.”

“Help! Oligarchy! I’m being oppressed,” said Rory to a woman passing on the street.

Jules grabbed his arm and dragged him up the steps.

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