Novel & Cerita Merchant Of Death Book

"So, this is where the ketchup went? How dare you waste it just to put on a show!" He reached out to wipe it off, but the instant his fingers brushed my skin, he screamed in horror because I was ice-cold. His hand trembled violently as he pointed at me, his voice shaking. "She's… Dead. She's really dead!" Edwin's breath caught, his chest tightening as he stared at my lifeless body in disbelief. Mom wailed, nearly fainting. For the first time, I saw genuine fear etched into their faces. But she didn't dare take a step closer as maggots had already begun to crawl from beneath my clothing.

A pity. “Are you even listening to me?” I lifted my eyes from the book in my hand. The Mark of Exile. It was the sequel to The Corpse in the Fog—a crime story about a man killing the lover of the woman he desperately wanted. You could say I was taking notes of very effective and interesting ways to kill Zesa’s lover. I’d had enough of him impeding my happiness.

She was gone, again the darkness had taken from him. There was no hint of remorse or sorrow across his face, only laser like focus of one hungry for vengeance. Grey fell to the bed plotting. Plotting war of different shades, preparing. Erebus was a revenge tossed aside for the moment, his main focus Thanatos. As the wheels turned in his head so did his eyes. They landed on a book sitting above others on the coffee table beside him.. THE KEY OF SOLOMON. Winked at him.. He read that book over and over again hoping to get prospects of what Fates plans were but he stumbled upon something greater.. a way to capture death in a death trap..

As though they already knew what I was only beginning to fear. •THIRD PERSON POV• Merchant Gretonia hated unanswered questions. Questions cost money and created uncertainty. And uncertainty... Got people killed. His private study wagon was silent except for the slow crackling of the fireplace built into its polished oak walls. Shelves lined with ancient books, rolled maps, glass vials, and strange relics filled the luxurious caravan. It looked more like a scholar's library than a merchant's office. Yet beneath the elegance lay something far darker. Silver shackles. Moonstone chains.

BIOGRAPHY Mercedes M. Yardley is a dark fantasist who wears stilettos, red lipstick, and poisonous flowers in her hair. She is the author of the short story collection Beautiful Sorrows, the novellas Apocalyptic Montessa and Nuclear Lulu: A Tale of Atomic Love and Little Dead Red, and the novels Nameless: The Darkness Comes and Pretty Little Dead Girls: A Novel of Murder and Whimsy. She often speaks at conferences and teaches workshops on several subjects, including personal branding and how to write a novel in stolen moments. Mercedes lives and works in Sin City with her family and menagerie of Strange and Unusual Pets. You can reach her at www.abrokenlaptop.com.

So many things could go wrong. It was a horrible idea. “That’s not a good idea.” Lexa noticed that Elliot became quiet and simple. She didn’t bother to ask further. She knew something about it made him uneasy. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.” “It’s fine.” He gave her a faint smile. “This is the Book of answers, we’ll use it after we search through the Tome of mermaids.” He opened the Tome of mermaids. Lexa stood and accompanied him in reading it. He opened to the contents. “This will show the page the history of Seareign starts.”

A few turns later, I'm standing in a grand room, its ceiling twinkling with starlight, a huge golden door at its center. This is it. This is the Dyad Marketplace. I approach the door, and it slowly opens with a creak. A huge room—no, more like an underground arena—stretches out before me. It's filled with merchants and shoppers, a bustling center of activity. I take a deep breath and step inside. The smell of exotic spices and perfumes fills the air, and a cacophony of noises assaults my ears. Everywhere I look, there are strange creatures and objects.

"Let's go," I nodded to her. "All right," She walked first and I followed her. When we came out, many people greeted us. This place looks like a marketplace. I see people buying from various stores around. I don't know what they using to buy something. Looks like... gold?! How is there gold in here? Isn't that rare? And still rare until now?

“That book… it’s in all the old tavern stories. The Demon Lord of Thunder and Death. His relic. They say whoever opens it risks being cursed forever.” “I already opened it,” I said dryly, flicking the cover shut with a soft thump. “And I’m fine.” Norma looked horrified. “That’s exactly what they all say before lightning strikes and a thousand skeletons start tap dancing in their basement.” That finally pulled a laugh out of me. I couldn’t help it. Norma crossed her arms. “It’s not funny. The name ‘Maximus the Fallen’ isn’t some bedtime story.” My humor faded just a little. I glanced back at the book. Maximus the Fallen.

“We were not to be part of this spectacle.” He and the others had been quite content to watch this ‘spectacle’ just a few moments ago. The irony of Ambrose’s words was laughable, but she kept her face blank and her internal chuckles to herself. After his squire and supposed surprise gift a week ago, Knight Ambrose grace his presence in Countess Castle, telling her to absorb the plan on stealing the codex of demon. Also referred to as the Demon's book, it was a massive tome, written thirty years ago by a priest who was said to have made a deal with the Devil to finish it.