Tuesday, November 27, 2012
DESTINY BOOK 3 OF ELEMENTAL Release Day! #Booklover #Mustread #Fantasy #Kindle #Nook
But there is an ancient scepter created by a Learner that they believe will lift this magical barrier. Before Lina can claim it, the scepter is stolen. Now Lina and Val must race to find the scepter and end the destruction to the Land once and for all.
The boy drug his spoon across the bottom of the bowl as he scraped up the last of the stew. He stared at the bowl as if he wished he could pick it up and lick the remaining gravy from the sides.
Selda watched him, half amused. It had taken her most of the previous day to find the one person she thought could give her the information she and Slade needed. It hadn’t been hard to pinpoint the location of the thieves hide out or learn Regina, their leader, was currently away from Talus. She had spent yesterday watching the place. Twice she had seen the boy wandering outside the Red Lion tavern. A few discrete inquiries at the neighboring businesses had confirmed what she needed to know. Griffin was the son of a thief who had recently died. And more importantly, he had often been inside the thieves’ headquarters. He would have insider information and having been on the street for a few weeks he would be hungry.
“So Griffin,” Selda said as she signaled for a refill of his bowl. “Regina’s gone. Who would she leave in charge?”
She tried a different approach. “Did your father ever mention who she trusted most?”
“Beck’s around a lot.” Griffin’s face lit up as a second bowl of stew was placed in front of him. His dark hair fell across his face as he devoured the food.
Selda had to fight the urge to brush the hair from his eyes. She didn’t know where that instinct came from as she had never had a maternal thought before in her life.
“Beck, huh? Is he a good thief?”
“Father called him a mole.”
“Digs up information for her. Never heard of him stealin' nothing but information.”
Selda shook her head. Beck wouldn’t be any use to her. “Who would she turn to if she wanted something?”
“That would be Hodge.” The boy’s eyes darted to the entrance of the tavern. “Or Esma,” he said pointing with his chin at the woman who had just entered.
Selda turned to see a petite woman wearing a tight dress move toward the bar. Her low-cut dress showed off her firm breasts. She walked with an attitude that clearly indicated she knew all the men were watching. As Selda watched her flirt with the barman, an idea began to form. She would be perfect.
When she isn’t writing, Susan is an active volunteer in her neighborhood and at her children’s schools. She lives with her husband, two children and three cats in Texas.
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