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What happened next was never quite clear. There was a scratching and scrabbling at the window, as though skeletal fingers of a tree branch were tapping against the glass. The animated vignette imploded as Sir Benedict glanced quickly sideways, and then the window burst inwards, showering the room with shards of glass. Nick ducked and staggered towards Sir Benedict, one hand raised protectively over his face, the other dragging his bag after him.
An icy wind shrieked into the parlour, extinguishing candles at random, and something dark and leathery and attenuated clambered through the stricken window frame, mewling hideously. More than a glimpse of this Nick did not see; a hand propelled him through the new doorway into a peculiar sort of darkness, and he was dimly aware that Sir Benedict was shouting something. Again there was a flash of crimson, followed by an echoing concussion. The wind fell away abruptly, and then the aristocrat was past him, striking out through the door into the gloaming...
...a rich fantasy world that kept me on the edge of my seat from beginning to end. Brilliant job!"
Jeffery Deaver, bestselling crime author.
Book three in the trilogy Coming soon
The second book in the
Albion Chronicle trilogy
Published on the 4th October 2016