[Artifactor #1] The Child Prince by Honor Raconteur

Author:Honor Raconteur
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Tags: Mystery, Young Adult, Magic, Artifactor, Romance, Fantasy, Adventure, Fiction
ISBN: 9780991039524
Publisher: Raconteur House LLC
Published: 2013-12-20T00:00:00+00:00

Bellomi came in to Sevana’s research room, asking a question before he fully stepped inside. “Sevana, this other Artifactor that’s due to come, when is he…ah…hello.”

A man in his late twenties looked up from the chair opposite of Sevana’s and gave a nod of greeting. He had a lanky body, a sort of plain face, with eyes that looked half asleep. In fact, his posture in the chair made it look as if he were ready for a nap any second. His black, wiry hair and dark skin made him look rather like a Sa Kaon, actually. Only that people had skin so dark as to be almost black. “Hello,” he greeted in a quiet, deep tone. “Are you Bel?”

Hmm. He didn’t sound Sa Kaon, though. Bellomi gave a half bow of greeting. “I am, sir. Sarsen Vashti, by chance?”

He gave a smile that made his eyes disappear. “That’s me.”

“Bel, where’s your father?”

“He stepped out,” Bellomi answered with a glance at Sevana. “He said he’s meeting Axelrad at Milby and bringing him up.”

“Ah, then I guess our planning session will have to wait a while longer.”

“Probably best,” Sarsen agreed in a slow, sleepy drawl. “If this man is the retired guard captain you mentioned before? Yes, then it’s best to wait for him anywho. The man knows more than us about palace security leastways.”

Just where was that slow-paced accent from? Bellomi had never heard the like of it before.

Sarsen gave him a more thorough look. “You don’t seem like an eleven year old anymore to me. You were that age when first cursed, weren’tcha?”

“Uh, yes, sir.” Not that he’d looked that age even then. “How old do I look now?” he asked, not just curious. Maybe Sarsen would give him a more honest opinion.

“I’d say about fifteen or sixteen.” Sarsen considered him again from head to toe, then nodded in support of his own opinion. “Yup, about that. That the result of that fancy bed of yours, Sev?”

“It certainly is.” She glanced in the general direction of the bed, even though a solid rock wall blocked her view. “A fine invention, if I do say so myself. Now if I can just figure out who to market it to….”

Sarsen grinned at her in a flash of blinding white. “What, not enough cursed princes around to make it worth your while? ‘magine that.”

She wrinkled her nose at him and gave him a dirty look. “Chuffer.”

He laughed off the insult before heaving himself to his feet. “But these are what I’m curious about.” Sarsen walked around Bellomi, putting a hand on his shoulder to keep him from turning, and lifted one of the swords free. With an expert turn of the wrist, he flipped the blade around and then lifted it closer to his face to study it more closely. Bellomi watched him without saying a word.

“These your work, Sev?” Sarsen finally asked without looking away from the sword. “They’re nice, but too small for the boy.”

Sevana cast him a quick, amused glance.

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