After The War: A Novella Of The Golden City - Plot & Excerpts
For a moment he lay there, disbelieving. Then he worked himself onto his hands and knees and gasped in air as the others clamored around him. Sweat dripped from his hair, stinging his eyes as he looked up.The Lady stood between him and Markovich, her hands held wide. She was blocking the curse by creating a glamour and making Alejandro unseen. Line of sight.Her husband stood behind her, a second, physical block since Gaspar was immune to magic.Alejandro coughed. They had put themselves between him and the curse. They’d defeated a maledictor. “You stopped him.”The Lady glanced down at him. “To be honest, I’ve no idea if that would have worked,” she said, pointing, “but that did.”Past her skirts, Alejandro saw Markovich lying on the ground unconscious. Roberto stood over him, rubbing the reddened knuckles of one hand in the other, jaw clenched in fury.Alejandro coughed, then lay back on the floor and thanked God he wasn’t inside out. “Thanks, Roberto,” he croaked.Isabella Anjos held one hand to Alejandro’s throat, her eyes closed.
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