Master Of Shadows 8-Mageverse Series by Knight Angela

Author:Knight, Angela [Knight, Angela]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Fantasy
Published: 2011-09-11T18:03:12+00:00

"See the healer," Arthur told him shortly. "You're not going back into combat until you kick the addiction."

The knight's broad shoulders slumped. "Yes, my liege."

Morgana opened a gate with a gesture. Bors looked through it, then glanced at Arthur, straightened his shoulders with an obvious effort, and strode through the gate.

After it closed behind him, Arthur sighed. "I knew he had a problem. I just didn't realize it was that bad."

"I did warn you," Tristan said.

"I'd hoped you were wrong." Shaking his dark head, Arthur turned toward the deck. "Let's see if our monstrous friend left any clues behind."

Belle stared down at what was left of Emma Jacobs, her stomach tying itself into a sick, sour knot. Morgana crouched beside the body, both hands spread wide as she conducted a magical autopsy, sensing both every injury the woman had suffered and when they'd occurred.

Justice stood just behind her, staring down at Emma with an appalled expression on his handsome face. Belle had brought him in so that he could report what he saw to his council, since they'd probably refuse to believe anything the Magekind had to say. Arthur stood next to the werewolf, looking grim as his hand rode Excalibur's hilt. He'd sheathed the weapon, but he looked as if he badly wanted to draw it and start hacking at something.

Morgana's fingers traced the air over the ragged edges of the hole in Emma's abdomen. "This bite was postmortem," she said, voicing the conclusion Belle had already drawn. "It appears this is the wound that killed her."

She gestured, indicating the woman's forearm. It was crushed and mangled despite Emma's armor.

"See those puncture wounds, Morgana?" Belle said. "It looks as though it bit her arm and just held on."

"She fought back pretty hard," Tristan said, gesturing at the arcs of blood that splashed across the room. "Judging by the smell, a lot of this blood is the creature's."

Justice crouched to eye the distance between the two puncture wounds the beast's fangs had left. "Damn. That's not a typical Direwolf bite. The thing must have a head the size of a grizzly's."

"No shit," Tristan growled, in a thoroughly foul mood. "We told you it did."

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