Strange Magic: A Yancy Lazarus Novel - Plot & Excerpts
Gavin Morse was not what I had expected. I figured the Saints of Chaos would have been led by someone … well, more intimidating, more massive, more impressive somehow. Morse was a small, wiry guy—maybe 5’2” in boots, and 135 pounds soaking wet—though he boasted quite a collection of tattoos and scars across his arms, neck, and face. Lank, greasy, blond hair hung down to his shoulders, while a great beard, peppered with tinges of red, filled his face. I guess he looked pretty scary for being a card-carrying member of the Lollipop Guild. He and I were the only players, though three men—including rhino-man, who’d fetched me from the public bar—encircled the large wood-paneled room. I didn’t feel comfortable with so many armed men around me, particularly the two in my blind spot, but I couldn’t reasonably expect anything else. Gavin Morse may have been a small-timer in the grand scheme of things, but he was still plenty big enough to require some substantial protection.
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