The Spirit Eater
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With the pressure on after his success in Gaol, Eli Monpress, professional thief and degenerate, decides it's time to lie low for a bit. Taking up residence in a tiny seaside village, Eli and his companions seize the chance for some fun and relaxation.
Nico, however, is finding it a bit hard. Plagued by a demon's voice in her head and feeling powerless, she only sees herself as a burden. Everyone's holiday comes to an untimely close, though, when Pele arrives to beg Eli's help for finding her missing father.
But there are larger plans afoot than even Eli can see, and the real danger, and the solution, may lie with one of his own and her forgotten past.
If only Nico could remember whose side she's on.
as she entered the clearing, creeping low even though she was well out of sight of the city. “How’s it looking?” he asked in his usual gruff voice. “No sign of Sted yet,” Miranda answered, straightening up. “Josef’s acting stranger than ever. He’s got them lining the arena with swords, really awful-looking ones. I’m no metalworking expert, but I can see the warping from here. Plus, he just put the Heart of War up on a stand like a trophy.” She stopped. “You don’t think he’s wagered it, do you?”
Nico shrieked. She bent her neck back as far as it would go, staring him in the eyes. “If he dies, I can never repay him. He gave me my life as I know it. He taught me everything. If that story you told me was true, then you know what it’s like to owe your rebirth to someone. I can’t just let him die. You have to let me go!” “Don’t be stupid,” Sparrow said. “That’s the League back there, sweetheart. Have you forgotten what you are? I don’t know why Alric spared you, but I wouldn’t count on him
Nico. “He is doing this for me,” Nico said. “At least partially.” “Don’t be fooled,” Josef growled, pulling her up. “He’s doing it for himself. He lives for favor swapping as much as fame and thievery. This is just another move in whatever game he plays. Don’t let him trick you into thinking otherwise.” “I know,” Nico said, but her words didn’t sound convincing, even to her. Josef could label and dismiss Eli’s reasons, but Nico couldn’t. After all, that whole business with the Fenzetti had
own cure in time.” “Yes, Sara,” he said again, but the globe in his palm was already fading back to light blue, a sure sign that she was already gone. He sneered at the globe. The woman might be his only chance at getting out of this nowhere backwater, but Powers, was she high-handed. One day, when he was in Zarin living like a lord with followers and women and a big city house, he’d make her swallow that sharp tongue. A clatter from downstairs disrupted that happy line of thought, and the
into his robes and pulled out a small notebook. “She may be a daughter of the Dead Mountain, but so long as she takes refuge in a human form, she will be vulnerable to human greed.” He pulled an ink pencil from his shirt pocket and began to write furiously. After a few moments he smiled, ripped the page from his book, and handed it to Etgar. “Take this to the Council of Thrones.” Etgar stared dumbly at the paper. “What is it?” “A bounty pledge,” Slorn said. “The girl, alive, for two hundred