Thief of Lives (The Noble Dead, Book 2)
Barb Hendee, J. C. Hendee
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On the heels of DHAMPIR, Barb and J.C. Hendee's acclaimed Fantasy debut, comes THIEF OF LIVES, the new novel featuring Magiere and Leesil, Slayers of the Undead....
Magiere the dhampir thinks that her nights of hunting vampires are over. After settling down in her newly adopted village of Miiska — now vampire-free, thanks to her and her half-elf partner, Leesil — she looks forward to quiet days tending to her tavern.
But far away in the capital city of Bela, a prominent councilman's daughter has been found dead on her own doorstep... and all signs point to a vampire. Knowing that the battered and burned village of Miiska could use an infusion of cash, Bela's town council offers a generous bounty to the dhampir if she will slay their vampire. Magiere resists, wanting nothing more than to forget her past and ignore her half-vampire nature. Only Leesil can persuade Magiere to follow her destiny — before more innocent lives are claimed by darkness.
young sage was right, and Magiere opened another crate. “Start with the properties purchased in richer districts about three months ago,” she instructed. “Or at least what sold for a substantial sum.” Wynn nodded and continued sorting, while Leesil stopped to stir his soup with a spoon. Chap limped back, ignoring the bowl on the floor, and, without warning, reared up to place both paws on Wynn’s table. He sniffed at the parchment stacks, and then suddenly began clawing sheets off the table as
my home,” he said. “I’m not well and wish to be alone.” “Yes,” the stranger responded in the same cold tone. “From what I understand, you were wounded by the half-elf. That is hardly befitting someone of your station.” His station? A sickly, humorous comment. Toret looked at Tibor. “Wait in the dining room. This won’t take long.” Tibor nodded and left, and Toret stood up. “Where are the dhampir and her half-elf now?” the stranger asked. “Even with my resources, I cannot locate them.” Toret
voice. It was strangely familiar, urgently so, aside from when she’d last seen him in Miiska. “What are you doing here?” she asked. Again he ignored her and looked at Wynn. “Leave.” Magiere felt Wynn’s grip around her waist tighten. Welstiel lifted one black-gloved hand to point down the side tunnel. His earlier words came back to Magiere—a moment, if you please. She shoved Wynn in the direction Welstiel pointed and stumbled over to snatch the loaded crossbow, cradling it across her sword
conversation caught suddenly in his awareness. For a second, a flicker of fright crossed his lean features. Toret stared at him. Chane probably didn’t care to take Sapphire out to frolic any more than he did. But Chane seldom displayed any expression besides boredom—except when he was hunting, and then there were moments when his nature surprised even Toret. Chane stood at full height and crossed his tightly muscled arms. “I was to finish some studies tonight, master.” Chane fingered what
Leesil’s arm and into his battered body. Ratboy’s mouth gaped, soundless beneath wide eyes, and he flung Leesil at the trunk of the old fir. The lowest branch shattered as Leesil fell across it on his way down to the forest floor. Impact with the ground sent so much pain through his body that it became distant and unreal, and he dropped his one whole blade and the hilt of the other. Clutching at the ground, he gripped the severed half of the branch. When Ratboy came again, Leesil let the