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eBook Category: Fantasy
eBook Description: A young wizard finds more than she bargained for when she cleans up after her murdered predecessor ... and learns that love, like death, is sometimes a road that must be travelled alone.

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: In Celebration of Lammas Night, 1996
Fictionwise Release Date: April 2005

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Words: 4947
Reading time: 14-19 min.
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She closed the spellbook carefully, letting her body slump until her head lay on the book itself, her pale brown hair spilling over the book's leather binding and across the scarred and pitted work table. It was done. She had worked her magic, for good or ill, and it was done.

The presence which had so haunted her was dispersed, the cottage free from any influence save her own. In the faint glow of dawn, it all seemed a fever dream save for the fact that she was drained of all energy; magical and physical. It had taken all of her strength to complete this night's work. All she wanted to do, all she could do now, was sleep.

"Marise."

The sound was a barest whisper, a voice harsh from disuse, but it jerked her out of her doze, knocking aside the stool she was sitting on, forcing her to her feet and turning towards the door. A figure stood there, a scarce handspan shorter than the door. His face, indeed all details of him, were in shadow. Marise squinted, hoping to see who it was who came to her.

She hoped, as she passed a hand over her eyes, that he did not come to her with an emergency. At this moment, she could not have mustered a spell to save her own life. And with that thought came another--was he a danger to her? She could not think of any who would wish her ill, and yet...

Her body failed her, and she swayed with exhaustion. The stranger was at her side, capable hands lifting her at knee and shoulder, bearing her to the wide rush bed shoved against the far wall.