Monday, April 01, 2013

No Good Deed

Huh. Nate’s ancestry contains Vikings. He went full berserker, then dropped his kill at my feet. A grunt indicated I could be next. And there I was, tapped out magically and physically.

My “handbook” doesn’t cover the turbulence life-altering enchantments might inspire. Only a fool would be stupid enough to brand spells into flesh, then slough them off onto an unbalanced warrior.

Swallowing hurt, talking more. “The ink is protective.”

“Remove it.”

“Can’t,” I rasped. “Your blood is still tainted. Tattoo keeps you from becoming a zombie slave.”

He glared.

“At least I made it pretty.”

I ducked. Too late.


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