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Dragon's gift The Protector # 1 : Fugitive of Magic

Description ajoutée par antoine18 2017-07-28T10:43:46+02:00


In the city of Magic's Bend, I protect what's mine. No matter what.

To the world, I'm a just a Conjurer. To my closest friends, I'm a FireSoul--a dangerous Magica with forbidden powers and a dragon's soul. The downside? If anyone discovers what I am, I'm dead. So I lay low, kicking butt with my weapons, not my magic.

Things get ugly when I witness the murder of a powerful vampire ally and become the key suspect. Soon, I'm hunted by the sexiest, strongest supernatural I've ever met. Ares is an unheard of vampire hybrid, and it's hard to say if he wants to kiss me or kill me.

I've got three days to catch the real killer. The bad news? It will take my forbidden magic to succeed. But can I control it, much less keep my secret with Ares watching my every move? Especially when the stakes get ever higher?

I'm used to protecting I have to protect myself.

Fugitive of Magic is a fast-paced fantasy mystery with a kick-butt heroine, a tough hero, and magic that will blow your socks off.

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It was business as usual until about five o’clock. That’s when the demons showed up.

Five of them crossed the street toward my shop like they owned the whole damned road. The late-winter sun set behind them, making their forms blaze in orange light. Through the wide glass window, it was easy to see their bulging muscles, prominent horns, and the weapons that hung off their utility vests.

“Hey, Nix, you thinking what I’m thinking?” asked my friend Cass, who helped me run our magical treasure-hunting business.

“Yeah. They look like violently decorated Christmas trees.”

Cass laughed, her red hair gleaming in the light.

“Ridiculous,” I said. “Everyone knows you only needed one good weapon at a time.”

“You think they know how to use all those things?” she asked.

“Not as well as we do.” I grinned. “I’ve been hankering for a good fight. What do you say we meet them outside?”

“Good plan, Batman.” She glanced around at the enchanted artifacts on the shelves. “Be a shame to lose any stock.”


I stepped out from behind the shop counter. We strode toward the glass door, passing by shelves stuffed to the brim with the fruits of our treasure-hunting labors. We risked life and limb to recover these artifacts from enchanted tombs and temples. Though the ones now on our shelves were replicas, they were each enchanted with a spell. I wasn’t about to let some demons steal from us.

As the demons reached the sidewalk, I pulled open the door, then leaned against the jam.

The five of them were massive—each at least six and a half feet tall. All possessed power—dark magic from the rank smell of it.

Good. I liked a challenge.

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