This is a sample of the novel Quill, by AC Cobble
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What was the ritual intended to do? Ask Duke. She drummed her fingers on the hilt of her Chris before responding. Contact the spirits of the dead, forced him to perform an act for the sorcerer or divulge knowledge. Honestly, I don't know. My mentors taught me the signs, but I've never seen anything like this person. Contact the spirits of the dead and make them. It was really sorcery, You think? Wonder Duke, I thought. That's what dark magic is, explains him. In sorcery, the practitioner calls upon the underworld spirits and using rituals to invoke the power over the shades they bind them. They use that binding to compel their service. Depending on the ritual, the skill of the sorcerer and the spirit they've called, there are a number of things they could do. Some are truth, we know. Some are only rumored. Duke frowned skeptically. I was told sorcery is gone from a never magic based on the spirits of life is gone. Explain Sam. The connection between people and the spirits of the living world was severed in an ovary decades ago, severed because of the rise of technology severed because people just turned their backs on it. Or maybe something else. No one knows for sure. We do know there are no more drew. It's an end over and there have not been any in our lifetimes. There is still death, though. Death is everywhere, and it only takes someone knowledgeable to call upon the underworld. How come we never hear about this, then challenge Duke? If all it takes the sorcerer, surely there would be some. Once the knowledge has been discovered, it's always there, right? Unless it suppressed somehow, agreed Sam, the church speculated Duke looking at her out of the corner of his eye. Is that why the bishop sent you with me to suppress knowledge of what happened here? If the church is acting in an over without my family's knowledge or permission, what would you allow sorceress to roam freely as Sam? No, I carriages here, said Inspector McCreedy from the doorway. We'll talk later, muttered Duke. Sam shrugged and allowed him to lead her into the cold night. McCreedy was standing by the door of a sturdy looking carriage. Sam was surprised to see a horse attached to it. Not enough mechanical carriages in Hardwick, she asked the inspector rolled his shoulders. None that are office can afford. Do paused and glanced back at the apothecary. What? Sam asked him. I think we've been going about this wrong. How so? Inquired McCreedy. I certainly don't know enough about occult rituals to determine anything from what we found inside, responded Duke. That's a mystery to us all. But there have been no reports about happening have there? McCreedy shook his head. Aside from the crime itself. Nothing unusual at all. My Lord. Countess Deli Rempel got here, though somehow continue, Duke. I traveled a marked a NATO likely into south. And then Linda Hardwick. Surely there are records of her journey records from the train records from the airship or vessel when it arrived from our Kitaen a toll If we find how and when she got to end over and then tow Hardwick, we can narrow down her movements, perhaps find who knew she was here and who was around her. It's a good thought, my lord. Agreed. McCreedy. I've already checked the passenger manifest for all inbound rail over the last two weeks. So any earlier and I think there be some sign she was in town. No, one resembling the countess, was listed on the first class rosters. And unfortunately, they don't take names for tickets in the public coaches Duke frowned airship or Vessel Manifest. Then we should be able to figure out when she arrived in an over, if not in tow, Hardwick. It's a place to start those air company records, replied McCreedy. The company won't release that kind of thing. Not to some village inspector. At least they will to me, assure Duke, I suggest instead of the crematorium, we head to the Glade Worm station. I'll dash off a note over the filament Company offices in Southington within a week or two will have the records of every vessel that arrive from Accutane a toll in the last several months, and any passengers will be listed on the manifest of the voyage. If the countess arrived in a company ship and I don't see how she could otherwise, we'll find out which one. Sam's breath puffed and Cold Autumn night drifting in front of her As the men talked, she studied the dark, lantern lit streets of Hardwick at night in the dim light, the dark granite of the buildings in the Kabul's blended into each other and then into the surrounding hills and cliffs and then into the sky on Lee, the like in in the mosque stood out, giving the place some personality, a damp, depressing personality. But the little bit of life was more cheerful than grim stone and darkness. She stepped around the carriage, eyeing the horse. It was rare to see one in Western done, and the beast was facing tour tall. It's shoulder near the height of her head, and powerful muscles rippled under a glossy coat. It's the creature shifted beneath the light atop the carriage. Whoa there, whispered the driver, leaning forward to Pat the rump of the animal. Nothing to be afraid of. The horse shifted again, then prance to the side, winning loudly. The driver nearly lost his balance on Lee, his grip on his seat preventing him from pitching forward onto the back of a horse. The beast danced ahead, pulling against its traces, dragging the carriage a hand forward despite the squeal of the brakes. Weapons out cried Sam, spinning toward Duke, and McCreedy inspector just stared at her, his truncheon hanging untouched on his belt while she drew her to Chris Staggers. Duke was quicker, and in a blink, the heavy steel of his broadsword slid from the leather scabbard. What is it? He ist his eyes darting back and forth, peering into the night. She didn't answer. Instead, she sent it herself to a deep breath and, in a slow, steady release, breathed out, barely visible in the darkness. Her clouded breath billowed in front of her, then twitch to her left. She twirled, whipping one of her. Chris staggers around and flinging it without looking for a target. The blades spun and, with a thump, impacted the wood of the carry store McCreedy. I'd the dagger, which had flashed by a pace to his left. Then he screamed as a gleaming tip of steel punch to his chest.