Текст книги "Warlord"

Автор книги: Elizabeth A. Vaughan

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Текущая страница: 19 (всего у книги 19 страниц)

Dearest Readers,

Well that’s it then. My magic spell is cast and well done, as far as I can tell. Lara and Keir’s tale is over, at least for now. The snows are starting, blurring my vision of the Plains.

My workroom is a mess. There are cold cups of kavage scattered around. I have notes and papers piled to the ceiling and all over the floor. I don’t think I’ve seen daylight for about seventy-two hours. The fridge is full of moldy food and the cats are playing with gurtle fur and dust bunnies as large as they are.

Oh dear. No help for it then. Time to clean. Open the window, get out the broom and the dust cloth. Unfortunately the magic that I wield doesn’t lend itself to sweeping.

I’ll have to work on that.

So, to start, I think I’ll shift these notes over . . . what’s this? Under all these papers?

A pair of worn red leather gloves.

Oh, I remember her. A mercenary, with a sword for a heart. Bold and sassy that one, who faced destiny certain. Oh my, now that I think about it, they . . .

Cleaning is overrated. Let me turn the computer back on, and get some more kavage.

For I have another story to tell.

Elizabeth