Today's snippet is short, and potentially spoilery, so some names and details are removed. Usual warnings - strong language and violence, this scene may change in final edits.
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“Your god is a
fool and a mad one at that, if he expects us to believe this.” Vianna told him.
“One would also
expect a god to have a basic working knowledge of magic,” Brin drawled. “So to
summarise: you murdered children, fled the country, pretended to be male and
infiltrated a cult who enjoy killing women, and returned from the islands and
began preying on the people you pretended to serve. How many did you kill in
Breya, little fangless one?”
“I never killed
anyone useful,” ------- shrugged, ignoring the insult. “No-one notices one less
beggar at the gate, or one less whore in a tavern.”
Gates stirred.
“They noticed. We had people reported missing on a regular basis, but folks
leave and come back. No guard had the time to check on every person with itchy
feet.” He sighed. “I had you at my table, ------. I counted you as a friend.”
The fey king
walked over, blade in hand. “Then you came to my home and slaughtered a guest
of mine, one who was worth ten of you.” Brin said. “Why the hawk? You drugged
the others; why not feed on them?”
And -------- smiled at
them. “I’ve never eaten a hawk before. He tasted lovely.”
Brin and Amber
moved at the same time. Brin
struck down and Amber out, and the vampire slowly separated into quarters that
slid bonelessly apart.
Gates was quietly
and thoroughly sick on the floor behind them.
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