1 Death Warmed Over
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“Tell me more.”
“The ship is known as The Lord’s Vengeance.”
Silas’ gut instantly twisted into tightly wound coils at the name.
“It was captained by a creature of myth and legend. A being revered by the practitioners of vodou in the Islands. A man named…”
Silas’ throat was suddenly parched. He was going to need something a lot stronger than a Death on the Beach to quench his thirst this afternoon. “A man named Baron Tombstone,” Silas said, his voice a mere whisper.
“Exactly!” Elliot said, smiling. “Have you heard of him?”
“Oh,” he replied. “You can definitely say that.”
He’d finally discovered the being behind the approaching enclave. The one who’d raised the motion to vote on Silas’ ability to handle the station of Lord of Death. The one vying for his throne. His dilemma was worse than he ever imagined.
“And I can assure you,” he said to his new friend. “This makes things a lot more complicated.”