Unofficial Detective (Half-Wizard Thordric Book 1) by Kathryn Wells

Author:Kathryn Wells [Wells, Kathryn]
Language: eng
Format: epub, mobi
Publisher: Creativia
Published: 2017-08-27T06:00:00+00:00

His dreams were chaotic that night, jumping from place to place, with faces he felt he knew, but didn't, appearing everywhere. He saw the puppet moving towards a sea of battered pots. Then the puppet changed into the dead body of Kalljard, standing alongside him uttering incoherent words, surrounded by Watchem Watchems pointing and gurgling and dancing around him: around and around and around…

Sweat was clinging to him as he woke, and his muscles shook. It wasn't even time for Lizzie to shout up to him, yet he found he was fully awake. Wanting to get out of his damp nightclothes, he ran a bath, absently heating the water as it came out the tap. He stripped off his clothes and got in, letting the warm water wrap around him like a blanket.

His thoughts turned to the station, and he suddenly wondered how the investigation was going in his absence. He felt slightly guilty that up until then he hadn't given it any thought at all. Had the Inspector interviewed anyone yet? Wizard Rarn was under the most suspicion, he knew, and if anyone had been taken in, it would likely have been him. Still, Thordric couldn't see him being the culprit. His magic must have been weak, for only the wizards of lesser magic did any of the chores or domestic tasks, and Kalljard's murderer had to have been someone higher up, someone that Kalljard had regular contact with. Unfortunately that was a very long list.

Thordric sighed and sank back in the bath. He only had a few days left of being here, and when he got back the case would be on his shoulders. If he failed, the Inspector would not be pleased. He had to figure out how to move the wooden man convincingly. He wasn't sure what good it would do the case, but he believed Lizzie would only teach him magic that she thought was relevant. He would get it today. He would, if only he could figure out how to do it.

'Boy? Boy, your breakfast is ready,' Lizzie called.

He climbed out of the bath, splashing water everywhere and quickly dried himself with one of the fluffy pink towels she had left him. Flinging on some clothes, he went downstairs and along the corridors into the kitchen.

'Are you quite well, boy?' she asked, handing him a plate of fresh rolls and butter.

'I'm…fine; I just had some bad dreams.' He crammed half a roll into his mouth, washing it down with the tea she had just placed beside him.

'Did they give you any insight?' she asked.

'What do you mean? It was all a jumbled mess. I woke up feeling like my head had been split.'

She chuckled. 'Sometimes when wizards dream, it helps them understand or realize certain things. My husband took a lot from his dreams.'

'Then he was lucky. I didn't get anything apart from a chill.'

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