By Joe Ducie
For Declan Hale, the Shadowless Arbiter, existence has been easy given that he ended the Tome Wars and compelled a merciless peace within the legendary nation-states of overlook. Exiled to Earth for his crimes, Declan spends his days handling a small book shop.
So whilst a well-recognized taking a look corpse seems at midnight, spilling his scotch, Declan is lower than amused. in particular as the physique is his personal. Someone--or something--has despatched a calling card from the longer term.
Daring him to confront his substantial past.
The final time Declan went to struggle, Ascension urban burned and 8 million humans misplaced their lives. The Knights and Renegades must have left him alone...
An city fable tale, the 1st in a sequence, that spans worlds, universes, and time. subscribe to Declan as he battles neighbors, enemies, kings, and the gods themselves in his fight for redemption.
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Not me. 舡 I stuffed the toad into my sack and picked up another. 舡 Billy drew a folded piece of paper out of the pocket of his sweats and read it. 舡 I blinked at him. 舡 舠I dropped by your office and checked your messages. A Ms. 舡 I felt my temper rising again. 舡 His expression turned annoyed. 舠I checked your mail, too. The landlord for the office dropped off your eviction notice. 舡 舠What the hell gives you the right to go poking around in my office, Billy? 舡 He took a step in front of me, glaring.
Her mouth firmed into a line. 舠I see. Then, if you will excuse me舒舡 This time I interrupted her. 舠Ms. 舡 Her eyes glittered, anger showing for a moment, cool and far away. 舡 I nodded. I opened the drawer to my desk and took out a pad of paper. 舠Yeah. 舡 I drew out a pen, took off the lid, and set it down beside the pad. 舠Uh-huh. Then you come in here. 舡 she inquired. 舠Too good to be true,舡 I repeated. 44-caliber revolver from the desk drawer, leveled it at her, and thumbed back the hammer. 舠Call me crazy, but lately I舗ve been thinking that if something舗s too good to be true, then it probably isn舗t.
This day just kept getting better. My office is in a building in midtown. It isn舗t much of a building, but it still looked too good for me that day. I got a glare from the aging security guard downstairs and felt lucky that he recognized me from previous encounters. A new guy probably would have given me the bum舗s rush without blinking. I nodded at the guard and smiled and tried to look businesslike. Heh. I walked past the elevator on my way to the stairs. There was a sign on it that said it was under repair.