Naomi ran past Adam and the Raft and fell through the portal, landing with a forward roll so she ended up standing on her feet. She nodded at the ghost of Doctor Arcane and muttered that ‘she’ was coming. The ghost nodded back in gratitude and started to fade, turning invisible. In her hands was THE book she’s stolen and whose theft had kept so many of the Carpathian Vampyri occupied chasing her instead of attacking the Balance as their mistress the Baroness had demanded. Where had they managed to get a copy and what had they wanted it for?
There was no way she was going to allow the Library to get their hands on it either. Not this particular book.
Time to go. The last thing she needed was Akira figuring out what she had got hold of. Heading for the exit before the others followed her through the portal, she looked again at her prize; the title embossed on the leather-like cover “Iter per Mors de Piscator Rex”, translated from the original latin it read “The Journey through Death of the Fisher King…”
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