Dark Thorn - Grim Oak Press

S HAWN S PEAKMAN
man said, ignoring Bran’s rejection and turning to leave. “Mark my
words. Stay away from that old man. He is nothing but trouble.”
“Hey! Wait!” Bran shouted.
“Go back to your street friends,” Richard said over his shoulder
as he left the alley. “They are safer than Merle ever will be.”
Leaving the dead cu sith behind, Bran chased after. “Stop, you
assho . . .”
But out on the sidewalk, Richard had vanished.
Still leery of the night around him, Bran hurried the last few
blocks to the bookstore. He didn’t know what to think. Creatures
that looked like fairies had attacked him. A giant green dog had
spoken to him and then tried to kill him.
Either he had been drugged or it had really happened.
And Richard, a friend of Merle, possessed a sword that became
vapor at will.
While unlocking the door, Bran peered through the night back
the way he had come, angry at the fear still rushing through his
veins and his inability to uncover what had truly happened.
For an instant, he thought he saw a flash of brilliant azure light.
Then darkness fell once more.
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