First, we will be at Romantic Times Convention in Atlanta on Thursday and Friday, but we will not be at the Book Fair on Saturday. We are mainly there to get a Career Achievement Award in Urban Fantasy. Flattering beyond reason and a little odd, since we’ve only been publishing for ten years. We will park ourselves in easily visible spots. Look for a plump dark haired woman knitting something or other and a handsome blond man likely reading his Kindle. If you see us, come up and chat. We will sign anything you hand us. You are not interrupting. That’s what we are there for.
Now then, onto Hugh d’Ambray.
“I knew how it would end from the start,” he continued. “Violence, magic, and fire. An old power got involved and broke open the mountain under the castle to release the magic of a dormant volcano. I knew I had to kill Lennart. We fought. I broke his legs. He broke my back and threw me into the fire. The whole thing was idiotic.”
Volcanic fire powered by magic would have melted stone. He should’ve been instantly burned to a crisp. “How did you survive?”
“I teleported out. Had a water anchor in a vial around my neck. There wasn’t much of me left. Roland put me inside a phoenix egg for three months. Took me another five to get my strength back.”
He’d spent three months in excruciating pain. He said it so casually, as if it didn’t matter.
“If it wasn’t for Lennart, I might have convinced her. She wavered.”
“I don’t think she did.”