Sin Eater by Mike Shel (Iconoclasts #2)
English | 2019 | Fantasy | ePUB | 2.2 Mb
Sin Eater :I SHALL BAPTIZE YOU, SIR, AND MY BAPTISM WILL BURN YOUR FOLLY AND FLESH AWAY.”
A year has passed since Auric Manteo descended into the haunted depths of a Djao ruin to return a lethal artifact, only to face down a bloodthirsty, imprisoned god. Now his daughter Agnes comes to bring him back to the capital with promises of hidden secrets finally revealed.
But the city decays, poisonous disorder is rife, and whispered prophecy foretells of cataclysm and doom. Summoned by their no-longer human queen, Auric and Agnes are commanded to carry out an impossible task, one that can be accomplished only with the mysterious blade Szaa’da’shaela, gifted to Auric on a lunatic’s whim.
Can Auric and his daughter survive a journey fraught with blood, menace, and madness? And can they pay the price demanded by a being every bit as evil as the Aching God?
“Don’t kill me, sir!” the youth begged as Kennah took hold of the dappled horse’s reins and led her over toward Agnes’s oak, ideal for his purpose.
Agnes knelt beside Ruben’s body and grabbed hold of the killing arrow, steadying herself on his shoulder with her other hand. She grunted as she pulled the missile free. Gore clung to its steel head. She patted Ruben’s shoulder, then stood, breaking the arrow over her thigh as she did so. She flung the two halves at the boy, striking him in the chest. The boy recoiled as the pieces fell to the ground. His tattered, filthy shirt now bore a new stain left by Ruben’s lifeblood.
“The penalty for banditry is hanging, lad,” growled Agnes. “No exceptions. You ambushed us, two grown men and a woman, each of us armed, armored, and mounted. If you’d stuck to easy pickings, fat merchants too cheap to hire an escort, maybe you wouldn’t be where you are now. There’s a price to be paid for murder, but there’s a steeper one for stupidity.”
“Do you know where the man you killed has been?” barked Kennah as he heaved the other end of the rope over the tree limb and caught it coming back down on the other side. “He’s crawled in Busker tombs in Bannerbraeke and the Karnes, fought snarling wights and hollow men. He cut down a gods-cursed demon that prowled the halls of an old sea-cave temple in Warwede. It was eight feet tall and had the head of a crocodile, claws like a tiger! And why is this brave, good man dead now? He’s dead, boy, because you have shit aim.”