Bloodsticks - EPILOGUE
Didn’t get rich like I hoped, but I have enough for food and drink until I can get another job. That’s good enough.
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When Höbin is contracted to research the popular game of chance, he quickly learns the truth surrounding its history is anything but. Circumstances unfold faster than he can anticipate, pulling Höbin from his assignment and thrusting him into the shadows of intrigue, magic…and murder.
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“I told you it would all work out.”
“Don’t rub it in. There’s no way I could have known Iyl-Tandril was behind the scenes, orchestrating most of this, now could I?”
Huge hands work the dirty rag into the fibers of the counter. “Probably not, but you should still be grateful.”
“Oh, I am…I am!” I take another swig of Woods Blackseed Rum, a perfect ending to a three course meal. “It feels good to pay Dathern back, with a little interest as a thank you, and to compensate Eugene for the diving pod I ruined. Though he’s happy to have a brand new pod, I don’t think he’ll soon forget me pulling the emergency release lever like that.” I chuckle, “Poor man just about had a heart attack…thought I was plunging to my death.”
“And Keeley’s on the bottom of the ocean floor?” Wood gives a slight shiver at the thought.
“Yup. Without grabbing his own port key, it was a one-way trip to,” I make a grotesque face, sticking my tongue out, “UNGH!”
Wood cringes, “You are a sick old man.”
I flick my eyebrows up and down, “Yes, I believe I am at that. But I’m a content one. Didn’t get rich like I hoped, but I have enough for food and drink until I can get another job. That’s good enough.”
“And did the pee work?” Wood stifles a laugh.