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Half a Pound of Magic
Half a Pound of Magic
Half a Pound of Magic
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Half a Pound of Magic

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Xorek: legendary warrior, demon-binding warlock, and wielder of the fell sword Shadowcarver.

Xorek: praying in the temple of Suuni the Passionate when a pack of killers finds him.

And getting past those killers means facing their master...

"Half a Pound of Magic" - a heroic fantasy short story of swords and sorcery, full of cool demons, exciting fights, betrayal and great evil.  Fans of Elric, Kane and Kyrik won't want to miss this one! From Stefon Mears, author of Half a Wizard and Twice Against the Dragon.

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Release dateJun 1, 2017
ISBN9781540131881
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    Half a Pound of Magic

    Half a Pound of Magic

    Stefon Mears

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    They found Xorek in the temple of Suuni the Passionate. By his reputation he should have been sacking that temple, night black plates of armor on his back, twirling blade Shadowcarver in one hand, and a chorus of demons slaying and razing all about him.

    But the man they saw knelt as though in prayer before the golden statue of The Most Beautiful. In place of a sword he wore a long dagger with a hilt carved from bone. In place of midnight plates he bore worn dusky leathers. But he was of a height, his hands scarred, his shoulders broad, and his hair red as old blood.

    He looked dangerous, but not like a man who needed five of them. Still, they knew that no warrior grew his reputation without spilling lives.

    The main room of the temple would work to their advantage: intimate, hushed. Subdued candlelight. Several doors along the walls to escape, but none near their target, and each beside its own sensuous marble statue. Easily blocked off. Rich rugs and tapestries would mute their boots on the marble floor. Sweet, honeyed incense already excited their blood.

    No doubt the aroma was intended to inspire lust. But fire in the veins swung swords as well.

    And all five of them had swords, and padded chain armor.

    Two soft steps through the door they were met by a priestess of surpassing beauty, clad only in a wispy robe that did more to enhance than cover her. She stepped in front of them and placed one finger before her dark lips, managing to suggest as well as hush with the gesture. Her chocolate eyes smiled.

    This is not a place of violence, she said, voice husky. Come, leave your scores outside and let us find you a way to worship the goddess as she prefers.

    Their leader shook his head and pointed an angry finger at Xorek, the passion in his own mind fixed on his task.

    Very well, but I warn you. Men who raise weapons in the temple of Suuni often find weapons are the only things they can raise.

    The leader stepped past the priestess. His men followed, though he noticed their reluctance. But perhaps they did not

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