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By Barb Hendee, J. C. Hendee

Magiere the dhampir and her associate, the half-elf Leesil, are on a trip to discover the secrets and techniques in their mysterious pasts. yet first their services as vampire hunters is needed on behalf of a small village being suffering from a creature of limitless and unbelievable energy.

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Welstiel had instructed Leesil dhampir may possibly take up lifestyles from blood provided that the bone touched her epidermis whereas she fed. Leesil had recklessly performed simply that, feeding her from his personal wrist while she’d been wounded in the course of their first hunt for Miiska’s undead. She touched the amulet now and puzzled how responsible Welstiel’s phrases should be. The bone amulet felt hot, probably from the hearth, and he or she scooted again to sit down opposed to a tree trunk. All strains of sunlight disappeared, and darkness closed round the camp. Leesil picked up a wool blanket and got here to settle beside her. As he coated either their legs, Magiere reached round him and pulled him shut until eventually he leaned into her palms. His heat opposed to her burrowed deeper than the warmth of the flames, smothering her sit back. Leesil leaned his head again on her shoulder, looking at Wynn feed Chap slices of a peeled apple. “She’s spoiling him,” he whispered. Magiere virtually smiled. day after today, they reached Chemestúk, her . . . domestic? No, now not anymore. Her domestic was once distant, on the Sea Lion tavern within the port city of Miiska, the place she lived a calm lifestyles with Leesil. How lengthy wouldn't it be till she was once really domestic back? For this second, she hung on to Leesil’s heat and the sight of a giant wolfish puppy sloppily chomping items of apple. Welstiel rolled in his dormancy, the sleep of the undead, attempting to disguise his dream-world eyes from the black-scaled coils swirling on both sides of him. Like dunes of obsidian sand in a windstorm, they undulated without starting or finish. during this dream position he again to so frequently, his eyes could by no means shut, and observing the coils for too lengthy made him tremble with nausea. He had proposal his dream shopper will be indignant, yet he felt no ire or inflammation surrounding him. He felt not anything yet alone—and watched. “Please . . . supply me your counsel,” he whispered. the reply echoed into his options from distant. proceed . . . stick to. Welstiel rolled back in dormancy. His patron’s black coils light to the monotone darkness of sleep. He thrashed over on his facet and out of shut eye, totally wide awake. He sat up at the flooring of an deserted shrine on a forgotten path off a again highway in Droevinka. Stone partitions have been stained by means of age and dirt, and the pillared archway had misplaced its door to rot in years earlier. He and Chane had taken safe haven right here sooner than sunrise as they tracked Magiere inland. The altar in the back of him used to be without statuary or logos, one of these most probably stolen in the past after devotees had deserted this place’s religious client. Leaves, blown soil, and particles had thickened within the corners and crevices, and spindly weeds sprouted the following and there. He stood up, nonetheless shaken from communing along with his dream customer, and appeared approximately. “Chane? ” His spouse used to be long past. How lengthy had the sunlight been down? in recent times, while rousing from his shiny communions, Welstiel’s inner know-how of the solar grew to become much less and no more acute. This disturbed him as he stepped outdoors. The thick woodland used to be quiet with the exception of the rare name of a fowl and the patter of drizzle. There wasn’t even a breeze to rustle brush and branches.

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