Dhampir (Noble Dead)
Barb Hendee, J.C. Hendee
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She hunts the realm’s most dangerous game.
Her fees are exorbitant.
She’s worth every coin she receives.
Or is she?
Magiere has earned a reputation as the most formidable vampire slayer in the land. Villagers far and wide welcome her with both awe and disdain—grateful to her for ridding their towns of the undead menace, but finding themselves made poorer for their salvation. Magiere knows she’s dealing with simple folk, who only wish to have their superstitions silenced, and sees nothing wrong with exploiting them for profit.
Now, tired of the game, Magiere and her partner, the half-elf Leesil, are ready to hang up their weapons and settle down in a place they can finally call home. But their newfound peace will not last—for Magiere has come to the attention of a trio of powerful and dangerous vampires who know her true identity—and fear the birthright that flows through her veins. And they will stop at nothing to keep Magiere from fulfilling her destiny.
weakened and began to grow limp in his arms. Feeding on animals was a pale shadow in comparison to people. An animal’s life energy did not fill him with satisfaction or contentment, but it still offered life and healing. He released the animal as it died. Panic subsided. The opening in his chest closed just enough for his own bleeding to stop. He left the deer where it lay, its eyes wide open, and headed for the boat again. Now that true death was not imminent, his state of mind changed. He was
where are you going to be?” “With Karlin and our so-called ‘archers.’ They’ll need direction when the fighting starts.” Magiere blinked. “Leesil, you can barely walk.” “I’ll be all right. Caleb made me chew some foul-smelling bark that deadens pain. Tasted even worse than it smelled. I only need to make it through the next few hours.” Every instinct told her that she should track him and knock him out cold from behind. She could hide him below the stable with Rose. But he was right. The
closest thing she had to a friend in this vile place. Unwanted tears ran down her cheeks. “What about Edwan?” She stood, taking one step closer to Rashed. “Will he be released soon?” Rashed was silent for a moment, not moving, his eyes staring at the wall behind her. “Your husband was sentenced this morning and executed at dusk.” He said it without any change of tone in his voice. He turned toward the door, preparing to leave. “Do you wish to sit by the fire?” A kind of madness tickled
closing time, preferring to wait until customers left of their own accord. But tonight had been longer than usual, with less than a handful of hours left until dawn. She was tired, and Leesil had been strangely quiet and distant all night. She overheard one of the fisherwives gossiping about how the half-elf had bailed the blacksmith out of jail. It surprised her and made her ashamed for her assumption that he’d been gambling on his own time and needed the money for a debt. Beth-rae sighed
her for visitors and burial. Chap’s transparent blue eyes shone with misery. He whined again and pushed at Leesil’s foot with his paw. Leesil crouched down, examining Chap in confusion. He knew dogs were capable of mourning in a fashion for people they had lost, but Chap had come to him with a specific piece of a dead woman’s clothing. “What is it? What do you want?” It seemed ridiculous to ask a question of an animal. Then he realized that he didn’t need to ask. He knew what the dog wanted.