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.
screaming mixed with explosions and the sound of buildings collapsing, though at this point Nico was surprised there was anything still left to collapse. But despite the horrible noises, she pressed on, letting the sounds lead her toward the center of town, where Josef was. They were almost there when Eli broke the silence. “Nico,” he said, quickening his pace until he was walking beside her. “Why did you do that?” His voice was soft, but Nico flinched anyway. “What?” “Save me.” She took a
another—” A chorus of deep growls from all over the cave cut him off. Eli looked around with a grimace. “All right,” he said, shaking his head. “Get a good look. I’m only doing this once.” Eli closed his eyes, and Nico gasped as a tremendous pressure swept over her, making every hair on her body stand on end. She wasn’t alone. All around them, the bears began to shuffle, grumbling and keening. The thief, however, stood perfectly still, feet spread, eyes closed, his face calm and untroubled as
the point of stupidity,” he said, swinging his sword so that it matched tip to tip with the Heart. “I find that refreshing. Very well, Josef Liechten, your life has bought you a lesson in the difference in power between you and me. It will be quick, so learn it well.” Josef’s answer was to lunge, swinging the Heart of War with both hands. The black blade whistled through the air, carrying the weight of a mountain as it swung under the Lord of Storms’ sword and up toward his unprotected chest.
his sword, hear the soft drip of Josef’s blood as it hit the stone. She had no more time. She squeezed her eyes shut with a sob and pressed her forehead into the ground. “Please,” she whispered, dragging the word out like a vital organ. “Give my power back. Let me save him.” Deep in her soul, she felt the voice smile. Say it. “Please,” Nico whispered again. “Master.” Pain and power hit her like a wall, and the world went black. Nico screamed as her body wrenched itself from the stone, a
man replied as he bolted the door behind him. The man in the brown coat, Tesset, waited until Sparrow was finished before asking, “How did it go?” “The usual way,” Sparrow said, unhooking his cape with a shrug. “Wonderfully, then horribly, and finally stopping somewhere just short of acceptable. Izo’s no idiot, but he’s not subtle enough for politics. He played his hand straight and strong. Unfortunately, though not surprisingly, the Spiritualist and Monpress mucked things up. I had to make