Death Magic
“He sat at the kitchen table scowling at a bunch of complicated glowing lines that hung in the air in front of him. On the table in front of him was a battered leather journal—probably the one he’d rescued from Fagin’s library.
“The rest of your resources aren’t here yet, it seems,” Rule said. “Coffee?”
“Sure. I’ll start with Cullen.” She took out her spiral and sat beside him. “Hey. Have you noticed you aren’t alone in the room?”
“It is noisier here than it was a moment ago.” He still didn’t look at her. He reached up and used two fingers to drag one glowing glyph slightly to the left. “I’m busy.”
“Rule says you’re one of my resources, so stop doodling and pay attention.”
“This is important.”
“Whoever firebombed Fagin’s library wasn’t going after him or his books. They wanted to kill you.”
Now she had his attention. Bright blue eyes narrowed at her. “You sound pretty sure of that.”
“We’ve got two minds behind what’s happened lately.
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