Live and Let Drood

me.”
    “I know!” Molly said cheerfully. “I’m going to hold this over you for the rest of our lives!”
    “Fair enough,” I said.
    “I may puke,” Isabella announced loudly.
    “Oh, hush, you,” said Louisa. “I think it’s all very sweet.”
    “How do you feel, Eddie?” said Molly.
    “Naked,” I said. “And helpless and very vulnerable. I was trained on how to operate in the field without my armour, but knowing it’s not there anymore, even as backup…”
    “You still have your training and your experience,” Molly said firmly.
    “If we’re going after my family, I’m going to need something,” I said. “A weapon or…” And then I looked down at the floor, and therewas a long staff of dark ironwood just lying there. I reached down and picked it up.
    “Eddie…” said Molly. “That’s Oath Breaker.”
    “Just the thing,” I said. “I’m sure it’ll come in very handy wherever we end up going. And afterwards I can make sure it goes back in the Armageddon Codex. Where it belongs.”
    I hefted the long staff, turning it slowly back and forth to study the strange shapes carved into it. Very old carvings; some of them possibly prehuman. Oath Breaker is one of the oldest weapons in the Drood Armoury. Some say older than the family itself. There are good reasons why we keep it locked away. It felt…heavy in my hand, weighed down with spiritual weight as well as physical. A burden to the body and the soul…because of what it was, and what it could do. You don’t break heads with a staff like Oath Breaker; you break worlds.
    Just what I needed.
    I led the sisters back into the main room and addressed the Plymouth Fury, still sprawled half in and half out of the broken wall.
    “Go on back to the Regent. Tell him everything that’s happened here. So he’ll know what to do if Molly and I don’t come back. If the Droods don’t come back.”
    “Oh, sure!” said the car. “I’m your secretary now, am I? No, don’t you mind me. I’ll find my own way home. I’m a better driver than you, anyway.”
    “What are you, really?” said Molly. “There’s no way you’re just a car with a souped-up sat nav.”
    “I’ll never tell!” said the car. “I might be all manner of things. I might be an AI, I might be a ghost haunting my old ride, I could be a demon poltergeist possessing the car or I could be an alien in a really good disguise. You’ll never know!”
    The car fired up her engine and roared back out the hole in the wall with only a moderate amount of tyre squeal, and taking only a little more of the wall with her, and then she charged off through the devastated grounds, sounding her horn and loudly singing Bruce Springsteen’s “Thunder Road.”
    Isabella and Louisa were very polite but made it very clear they had absolutely no intention of coming with me and Molly to rescue my family and bring them home. Which was just as well, because it saved me having to tell them that I didn’t trust either of them an inch where my family’s interests were concerned, and I didn’t want them along. There were problems to be sorted out between us, but that could wait for another day. Isabella and Louisa exchanged bye-byes with Molly, and then Isabella nodded a polite good-bye to me, Louisa winked and blew me a kiss, and they both teleported out without saying where they were going.
    As we left the study Molly set fire to the door knocker and the withered thing nailed to it. “They say fire purifies and sets at rest,” she said quietly. “Maybe I should burn the whole place down.…”
    “Not just yet,” I said.
    I looked down the hall at all the faces silently screaming and pleading, trapped behind the mirrors, and I hefted Oath Breaker in my hand. And then I strode down the hallway, smashing each mirror as I came to it, and dozens of half-starved, tormented men and women suddenly appeared in the hall, crying out and clinging to one another, looking around with wide eyes, only half daring to believe that they were finally free. Molly and I got them up on their feet and moving towards the front door. And once they were all out and gathered together on the grounds before the manor house, I gave the nod to Molly, and she snapped her fingers, and the whole damned building went up in flames. It burnt fiercely, thick black smoke billowing up into the lowering evening sky. Many of the freed men and women applauded. A few even cheered.
    “What’s with all this finger snapping?” I