ASIN: B00KN6W4QY
Publisher: unknown
Pages: 276
Amongst the sparkling purity of the snow lies the charred remains of Officer Smith, but his death isn’t all it seems to be. Only a few have the sight to see that though. Only a few have the talent to perceive what happened. Only a few can grasp that his soul has been devoured.And only a few understand what that truly means. The revolver in his mouth tastes as it always does, acrid and metallic, but with the promise of closure as his finger squeezes the trigger, he doesn’t care, the end is all he wants. An end to his suffering.With tears in his eyes and whisky on his breath the trigger is pulled, the rune carved bullet speeds down the barrel and then vanishes in a bloom of sparkling dust and majyk.For he cannot be killed that way, not by majyk the same as his own, only by that which he does not possess. For he is a wielder of majyk, syphoned from the daemons he has inhaled and that now ...
