Death's Collector - Void Walker: A Snarky Dark Fantasy Novel (Death-Cursed Wizard Book 4) by Bill McCurry

Author:Bill McCurry [McCurry, Bill]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Infinite Monkeys Publishing
Published: 2020-10-01T00:00:00+00:00

Nineteen

Sorcerers often have little in common with one another, apart from doing magic and being devious. I know that those are significant commonalities, but what I mean is there are all kinds of sorcerers who behave in all kinds of ways. Many are near hermits and use magic mainly for learning. Others don’t give a damn about why the world is the way it is, as long as the world has plenty to eat, drink, and frolic with. I admit that the latter description tends to apply to me.

Some sorcerers spend their short lives serving others, maybe their neighbors or maybe kings. Others are vile, cheating, murdering ass-rats who love only themselves.

Since we sorcerers perform unnatural feats that are beyond common men, most of us are pompous, touchy bastards. For some, touchiness arises only when their patience is pulled thin, but it’s always just under the surface.

I wasn’t the cruelest sorcerer who ever lived, but I might have been the most arrogant. Therefore, I wondered whether the gods had tossed Pil and Desh into my path as a joke, since they were two of the least haughty sorcerers I had ever known. And if the gods had indeed put us together, I wondered why.

My curiosity about that was sharpened when Desh nearly murdered Ella.

We camped atop a hill before midnight, and we built no fire. A fire might have been spotted from thirty miles away. Also, we hadn’t seen a single stick of wood since we entered the hills.

So, it surprised me to see Desh pull a solid, foot-and-a half-long board out of his shirt. He spotted me watching him, and he waved the board. “I knew I’d need it. You knocked it off Durch’s wall. That gives it a little power.” He unfastened his belt, and I realized he’d been wearing two of them.

“That belt belonged to a guard?” I asked.

“Yes.” He examined the leather.

“Hm. A dead one?” I asked out of professional curiosity.

“He was dead when I was done. I need a favor now. Restore my other hand. It will benefit us all, I promise.”

“You don’t have to promise, I believe you,” I said. “Sit down.” Ten minutes later, I had brought Desh’s right hand back into existence with skin as soft and pink as a baby’s. “Let me fix your teeth as well.”

Desh shook his head. “Save the power. Nice teeth won’t save our lives.”

“What about your other eye?”

Desh hesitated. “Not yet. Help me walk.”

I supported Desh as he stumped over to Pil and held out a hand. “May I borrow your knife?”

Pil stared at him, and I thought she’d refuse, but at last, she passed it over. “It’s very, very sharp.”

I knew that to be true. She had enchanted it to be as sharp as glass.

We walked past Ella to the duke, who sat on the rocky ground with his arms around his knees. Without slowing down, Desh sliced Durch’s upper arm deep enough for blood to flow at once. Durch yelped and tried to scramble away, but Desh grabbed his hair and held him, with my help.

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