A Different Kind of Deadly by Nicole Martinsen

Author:Nicole Martinsen
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: love, friendship, drama, adventure, comedy, humor, fantasy, dark, necromancer, undead

18: Razitar The Blind

Jiki had me wait in an antechamber, a loft high above her work space, while she brought Diana in for her fitting. I found Leo cheerfully rapping on a number of glass columns on the far end of the balcony.

Tully was the one to alert Leo of my arrival by tugging sharply on his high collar. My friend snorted as his eyes fell on my armor-clad frame, telling me that I looked at least as ridiculous as I felt.

"You look like someone stuffed you into a metal box."

"No thanks to someone who told Jiki how weak I was," I shot back, glaring.

"Woah now, was I lying?" Leo's chest plate doubled his stature; the benign question took an intimidating quality as a result. "I think your pride is a small price to pay for your life, Marv."

The logic was solid enough to serve as a metaphysical slap to my senses. I looked down at myself, at a suit of leather and scale I had no business wearing, at a quest I had little chance of succeeding, and the people I had unwittingly dragged into my issues due to my incompetence.

Leo didn't deserve my attitude, especially not for a problem that had already died centuries ago. I had a beef with Inval, and like a proper necromancer, he had an incredible knack for haunting others long after his demise.

"I'm sorry, Leo. You're right."

"Naturally, naturally," he repeated with vigorous nodding. Leo craned an arm around my shoulder, swiveling me towards one of the columns that had caught his attention earlier. "Now lookie here, Marv. We've gotta thank these beasties for saving our hides! Or is it, them saving their hides? For our hides to save later..." He began mumbling, one of the few people I knew who could land himself in a stupor in this fashion.

Me? I was too disgusted as usual to care much more than that.

It would seem that Leo's "beasties" were a number of menacing creatures from the Moor of Souls. They had been skinned by the hands of a skilled hunter, causing me to wonder whether there was more to Jiki than her talents as a smith.

I studied the muscle tendons, which had been left largely intact. Most of the creatures floating in the glass columns looked to have the rough composition of dogs and wildcats. But there were two who reminded me of the Fleshy Uglies we'd encountered near the Ivory Arch at the start of our misadventures in the Moor.

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