Agamemnon Frost And The House Of Death (2013) - Plot & Excerpts
The Transfiguration of Edgar Mason Sound bloomed through his head, deep and aching. Mason groaned and tried to lift his palms to the pain in his skull. But his hands wouldn’t obey him. Fire cut into his arms and chest, burst across his stomach as he strained to move. He couldn’t see. His vision was patches of light, a mess of colour, and his senses surged. The heavy thud of sound came with the overwhelming scent of wet stone, metal and blood. The blood mixed with the tang of copper and steel. And was everywhere. Fuck. He had to get out of whatever hell he’d landed in. He jerked again at the bonds that pinned him, groaning at the stabs of pain in his muscles. “Sit.” A woman’s voice, cool and commanding, and with it came the light press of a gloved hand on his shoulder. He breathed in the sharp hint of cloves, and the thought of Lady Cadwallader pushed through his mind. Yes, that was her voice.
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