Magic, Sorcery and Witchcraft: Book One of Marcus Grimm saga by Stas Borodin

Author:Stas Borodin [Borodin, Stas]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-05-25T22:00:00+00:00

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Once again, I was first to regain consciousness. My whole body ached as if I had been trampled by a herd of wild beasts. There was a lot of blood around me, and it was already coagulating. I winced, trying to lift my head; my hair and cheek were glued to the floor.

The priest’s body was lying next to me. His robe had slipped from his shoulder, revealing a ritual tattoo. A little further away I saw a severed head, its face turned to the window. I swallowed hard; thankfully, I hadn’t seen its dead eyes.

Rolling over onto my stomach, I propped myself up on hands and knees. The nausea hit me like a murky suffocating wave, mercilessly squeezing my guts and throat. I bent over and vomited.

“What’s going on?” Ash stirred by the door, awakened by the noise. He quickly jumped to his feet and groaned, rubbing his head. “Help me, Orvad, what happened here?” He stumbled up to me and grabbed me by the shoulder. His face was white as chalk. He saw the bloody corpse on the floor, and froze for a moment, dumbfounded.

“Don’t tell me we’ve missed all the action!” His strong hands were shaking. The scout turned the dead man with his foot and chuckled. “You did a clean job, brother. Only two strikes!”

The room was dirty, even though my job was clean. The ceiling, walls, furniture and even curtains were splattered with gore. The blood that had clotted during the night was black like tar.

Ash shook Mash by the shoulder. The old scout half-opened his eyes, but he couldn’t wake up completely.

“Come on, old man, get yourself together!” Ash wasn’t going to give up.

I dragged myself to the bed and collapsed, trying to catch my breath.

Mash finally got up from his armchair and retched too, splattering his friend’s boots.

“We almost got ourselves killed,” Ash informed him happily. “Look, there is our hero!”

Mash dealt with his stomach and rushed to me. “Thank Orvad you’re all right!” he gasped. “Tell me what happened here?”

I told him in a few words, but even a short story took away my last strength. My eyelids closed by themselves and I slid into a black well of unconsciousness.

I woke up feeling something cold and wet touching my face. I opened my eyes and saw Ash’s happy smile; the scout was trying to scrub the dried blood from my cheeks.

“It’s all right, brother.” He winked at me. “We got rid of the corpse and made the room tidy.”

I moaned, trying to push the wet rag away. Mash caught my limp hand and handed me a big mug filled with some stinking scout’s brew.

“Drink it, don’t smell it!”

He made me swallow a few mouthfuls, and I immediately felt better.

“We were drugged by Mistar’s Flowers,” Mash said, checking the contents of the mug. “I should have seen this coming.”

“Yeah, we found them stuck in bouquets in every room,” Ash said. “They opened up at midnight and put us to sleep with their aroma.”

“With their damned stench!” Mash spat.

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