Bib the Sorcerer continued his adventures in Death's Baby Sister, Book Two in the Death's Collector series.
This Death's Baby Sister 3rd Edition dust jacket was created by the artists at Miblart in Ukraine. The actual size jacket with both front and back flaps has been framed and matted for wall display. It measures 26" wide by 14.5" tall, and the front is protected by plastic designed for display.
Each display is signed by the author and numbered. No more than 20 will be produced.
This book begins:
I needed to kill two men and a woman before dark, and love was distracting me. Years of murdering people had taught me that when it’s time to kill someone, never do some other thing first. Now I feared I might think about love in a moment better suited to slaughter, and then I would be killed myself.
To be honest, even beyond these fears and aggravations, I had found that love didn’t make me as happy as it had when I was young.
I traced the lazy scar down Ella’s back with my good hand, and she stopped shivering. A bit of light and even less heat twisted through the warped bedchamber window. For us, nakedness had become a kind of bravery. I felt ungrateful not to be happier, since a smart and handsome woman had just spent a frolicsome morning with me. I slid out of bed, examined both edges of my sword, and then picked up my trousers.
Shouts from some place down the hallway thumped against the carved and polished door. Shouting was such a familiar sound that I didn’t even glance up from my boots. Every noise in the house flew down the hall like it was a stone trumpet, and Dina, the housekeeper, had never hesitated to stand in the kitchen and call the gardener a bastard from all the way across the courtyard. Before I could reach for my shirt, Dina screamed from the hallway, “Stop right there! I’ll beat you till your ass bleeds!” Somebody heaved the door so hard it whipped open with a crack that left it quivering.