V. Greene - Spellslayer 2 - Revenge of the Serpent Priestess.pdf - [G]ay 1 - stevieisstillatomboy

his book was published by

Shadowire Press LLC

P.O. Box 385

Broomield, CO 80038-0385

Revenge of the Serpent Priestess

Book 2 of the Spellslayer series

Cover art by Coyote Shadow Studio

Edited by Helen Ravell

Copy Edited and Proofread by Michael Barnette

Book layout and Design by Coyote

of reviews, the reproduction of this book by any means known

or devised in the future, are prohibited.

Scanning, uploading, posting to the internet on any download

or sharing site, making available via peer-to-peer sharing, creat-

ing print, audio or electronic versions of the book, or offering

this book for distribution by any other means is illegal and will

be prosecuted to the fullest extent of the law. If you obtained

this book from a source other than a book seller he author

did not receive payment for the book. Our authors deserve

to be paid for their work. You wouldn’t work for free and our

authors should not be expected to work for free either.

This is a work of iction. Names, places, events and all char-

acters are the creation of the author’s imagination. Any simi-

larities to actual events, or persons living or dead are purely

coincidental.

The mention of, or reference to any product or service within

this book is not intended to be a challenge to the trademarks

or copyrights of those products or services.

S p e l l S l a y e r 2:

r e v e n g e o f t h e

S e r p e n t p r i e S t e S S

By V. Greene

Spellslayer 2: Revenge of the Serpent Priestess

Chapter 1

For Want of a Table

A small man bent over a black bowl of water

in the cheapest room of the Tavern of Good

Cheer, a place more used to serving beer to local

farmers and merchants than housing travelers. A

larger man—much, much larger, and rich with

muscle—watched with a hopeful air. “Find us

rich pickings,” he suggested ater a time.

he small man straightened and pushed his

knuckles into the small of his back. “I’ll be lucky

to ind us anything at all. I should have wheedled

heravian’s scrying recipe out of that hedge-

smoker as part of our price. Maybe a potion

would counter my magic’s contrary streak.”

he big man chuckled afectionately. “Or we

can wait around until the magic feels cooperative.

She seems more likely to be than that errand-

devising old hack.”

“True enough. However, she only shows me

what she feels is important, and increasing the

Page 1

Spellslayer 2: Revenge of the Serpent Priestess

contents of our belt pouches might not be on the

list.”

“One or two more days, it might start being

important, Gaz,” the big man said. “Even your

pocket-picking skills don’t seem to be breaking

e v e n .”

Gazriel chose to ignore the afectionate

shortening of his name, though he did give his

partner a look over the pocket-picking comment.

“For the same reason, dear Turak, you haven’t

slithered in a decent window or beaten up a

relatively-wealthy highwayman for weeks. If the

town is poor, the pickings are poor.”

“We could rob the duke.”

Gazriel curled his lip. “Let’s save that for a

last resort.” he local duke had an unsavory

reputation, due perhaps in part, perhaps entirely,

to his steep tax rates. he area held mostly farmers

and a scant few artisans, but even fewer sherifs

or roving wizards. It had been a cozy place for

the two men for as long as they could aford it.

With a sigh, Gazriel leaned over the bowl once

more.

his time he thought he saw a shape. He tried

Page 2

Spellslayer 2: Revenge of the Serpent Priestess

to squint it clear without tensing, letting the

faint stir of magic in his skin have her way. A

dark line formed on the shimmering surface of

the luid, a slitted pupil in an increasingly yellow

eye. And then it blurred, the pupil rounding to

human, the iris shrinking and becoming hazel. A

woman’s eye, and then a woman’s face, grew clear,

staring back at Gazriel with dislike and anger. He

knew this face. Last time he had seen it, Turak

had just killed their god.

“Ianthe,” he said aloud. he vision swooped

back to reveal a circle of women chanting,

holding hands, while Ianthe viewed him in a

bowl much like his own.

His companion touched his shoulder. “What

do you see?”

Gazriel blinked himself free of the scene. “Us

getting traced again. Our serpent-loving priestess

friend is not happy with us.”

“I suppose that counts as important.”

“Turak, my friend, you have a talent for the

understatement.”

Turak shook the small man gently. “I suppose

Page 3

V. Greene - Spellslayer 2 - Revenge of the Serpent Priestess.pdf

Plik z chomika:

Inne pliki z tego folderu:

Inne foldery tego chomika: