Cast In Fury 4 by Sagara Michelle

Author:Sagara, Michelle [Sagara, Michelle]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Mystery, young adult, Magic, Science Fiction, Adventure, Paranormal, Dragons, Romance, Fantasy, Adult, Epic, Urban Fantasy
ISBN: 9780373803378
Publisher: Luna
Published: 2008-01-01T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 13

Richard Rennick met them at the door. Which is to say he flung it open, glared out into the hall and disappeared with a snort. He didn’t, however, slam the door in their faces, which Kaylin took to be an encouragement to enter.

“I will leave you to your duties,” Sanabalis said. “And I wish you joy of them.”

“You’ve seen him like this before?”

“It has been my privilege to converse with the Imperial Playwright on many occasions.”

“That would be a yes.”

“It would indeed. This is far from the worst he’s been, however. I imagine you might see the worst when he’s finished.”

“He gets worse when he’s finished work?”

“Ah, you mistake me. At the moment, he has the company of his perfect genius, and all accruing doubts of said genius. When he is finished, he will turn his work over to the merely mortal.”

“Pardon?”

“He’ll have to cast actors to speak his lines. At that point, he is frequently unfriendly, unhelpful and deeply sarcastic. There is no other race that does sarcasm quite as well as humans.”

“Oh, joy.”

“My point,” he replied. He offered her the slightest of bows. “I do not need to tell you to keep the morning’s events to yourself.”

“No.”

“But as humans are often resourceful when attempting to find new ways to entangle themselves in difficulties, I offer the advice.”

“Thanks.”

The state of the dining room in which Rennick worked had initially reminded Kaylin of Marcus’s desk. Now, it brought to mind the wreckage of a desk. As she was the Hawk responsible for bartering and haggling with carpenters for replacement desks, she was familiar with the disaster. It seemed to have grown in magnitude from the previous day’s mess, and at this rate, in two days they wouldn’t have to worry about Rennick—he’d never be able to find the door.

Not that this would save them from Mallory’s ire.

She did find the chairs, although they weren’t immediately obvious—piles of teetering papers did that. She picked up a sheaf and set it carefully to one side of the chair. Rennick, leaning back in his chair as if, at any minute, he intended to pass out, watched her.

She looked at what she’d moved. It was not only not in Rennick’s writing, it wasn’t Rennick’s work. It also appeared to have nothing at all to do with the Tha’alani.

“What are you looking at?” Rennick barked. It really was a bark; his voice sounded like sandpaper would sound if it could speak.

“This isn’t about your work.”

“Not directly, no.”

She considered asking him what it was, thought better of it and took her chair.

“Don’t make yourself too comfortable,” he said, in about the same tone of voice. “After we have breakfast, we’re going out.”

Food, when it came, arrived on small tables with wheels. It was brought by servants, five in all, each of them at least twice as old as Kaylin. It was left in silence. Clearly, there was a bit of friction between the serving staff and the playwright.

But food seemed to help. It certainly helped Kaylin.

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