FIRE AND ILLUSION
Book Two of the Blood and Gold Trilogy
I'd never seen eyes bulge so very much. It was fascinating, in a way, how the veins in Hugh Brindle's eyes leapt to the surface, the way his lips opened and closed like a landed fish, the distinct shade of red his face became as my magic slowly tightened in a band of blue energy around his neck and squeezed out his life.
It would be a tragic ending for him, to die among those who despised him for his betrayal, in a dark and dismal back alley deep in the heart of London. An unhappy death, surrounded by dirty brick walls, the flicker of gaslight and the refuse of a large and jaded city.
I couldn't bring myself to be sad for him.
The most delightful part was how no one tried to stop me. Not Josephine with her metal sorcery, nor Vas
