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  • Tangled Webs(Black Jewels,Book 6)(109) by Anne Bishop
  • She looked away.

    Odds were good that the children would have been lured into the spooky house as fodder for the game, but she and Rainier had invited them in last night, and she felt the weight of their presence on her shoulders—and she would carry the weight of their deaths.

    And his. Rainier, too, was here because of her.

    I’m sorry.

    Even more sorry because she knew the weapon that would kill her in the end. Thecildru dyathe. She would do everything she could to destroy the adults, but not the demon-dead children. Memories of ghosts swam through her mind—and the night when she’d seen the truth about a place called Briarwood.

    She couldn’t raise a weapon against a child.

    Then all the demon-dead attacked, and there was no more time to think—or regret.

    Damn hard to win a fight when you could die and the enemy couldn’t. No room to maneuver, no place to retreat.

    The room swam and time became fluid as the poison inside her worked its deadly magic. Either blows came too fast or she made a defensive move for a blow that took too long to fall, giving another enemy an opening.

    Her shields would fail soon, and the blows would start breaking bone, start breaking her down, start killing her for real.

    A female grabbed her left wrist and jerked her arm up, throwing her off-balance and pulling the wound in her side.

    A club came toward her head that she barely deflected with the poker.

    Then something dark and fast and so damnbig came toward her, shining in places where the sunlight caught metal and—

    A hand shoved the female’s head against the wall.

    Surreal ducked as brainssplush ed out of the shattered skull.

    A movement in front of her. A scream of fear.

    She looked up just as he spun to meet another of the demon-dead, and she saw him—the glazed gold eyes, the face carved from implacable stone. Here in this place, his life was about slaughter; his world was made of death. He was power and grace, savagery and skill—and no mercy.

    Now she understood what Rainier meant about seeing Lucivar on a killing field.

    He was so damn fast. He didn’t bother to duck the blows from the demon-dead. He didn’t even try to parry them. Their blows hit his shields and never touched the man. And any of the demon-dead who were close enough to strike at him…

    It wasn’t that large a room, and he seemed to fill it.

    He severed heads, sliced through limbs. Or simply ripped off an arm and drove it into the next body.

    And he was just as ruthlessly efficient when it came to eliminating thecildru dyathe from the fight.

    Then there was only the sound of harsh breathing—hers and Rainier’s—and the children whimpering in the corner.

    Lucivar stood in front of them, those cold glazed eyes just staring at them. He pointed the war blade at her, then shifted the tip to a spot on her right.

    “Move,” he said.

    She sidestepped to the right.

    Lucivar pointed at the wall. The Ebon-gray ring flashed as a burst of power was unleashed.

    The wall exploded, leaving a gaping hole.

    An odd feeling, like netting tightening over bare skin.

    Before she could cry out a warning, the spells around the house hit Lucivar with a vicious amount of power. Enough power that she felt his Ebon-gray shield break.

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