I rose from the Hunter with caution and put several feet between the two of us. She stood with a speed that could mean only one thing: this Van Helsing was a vampire. Interesting.
“Before you ask how I know this, I remind you that I spent a thousand years in the elder elf’s study, in a lamp. The lamp was not soundproof.”
Avelia stretched, her body tender from the difficult birth. The newborn beside her stirred and fussed. She cradled him to her chest and relaxed against the pillows that propped her up. Looking down, she fingered the tiny bumps growing from the crown of his tiny head. There was very little hair, and it was brown. … Continue reading Avelia’s Revenge (A Fool’s Errand Epilogue)
This is a djinn lamp. Inside is a djinn I captured a thousand years ago. He will be furious when summoned, but also compelled to give you three wishes.
The words blew across my face, and I closed my eyes. I listened, and I forgot.
However, if I deliver a nonfatal jab with this blade, the tiniest prick, you will be immobilized, whether human or immortal.