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Dawn was approaching after Lucas and I had finished cleaning—the kitchen and ourselves. There was about two hours before Kate would normally have been up for school. I wasn’t sending her that day. She’d been through enough between the ghoul, and her cold. Maybe we could find something fun to do instead.
I heard Lucas’s deep, regular breathing in the turret room, and Kate’s in her bed. I wasn’t sure where Addie was, no doubt off contemplating her impressive new abilities.
The coals in the hearth were still red. I poked at them a little, and coaxed them back to life before I threw a few pieces of wood on them. The kitchen and living room would be extra warm for Kate when she came downstairs. It was a frosty morning.
Brandon had come for Mary’s body during the night. I didn’t go outside, just let him take care of it. I was done with it. I hoped never to see another ghoul.
At least I finally knew why Abe collected his zombies quickly after their twenty years were up. I promised myself not to ask any other questions about Abe’s operation—I knew it was a promise I couldn’t keep.
I grabbed my laptop. Jacob had given it to me for my birthday just before his death. I typed Lucas Trevailier into the search engine. I really didn’t expect to find anything. I planned to look up whatever I could about sorcerers when I was finished.
To my surprise, a full page came up with his name on it. Here were the answers he’d been seeking. He didn’t have to do any soul searching for them—just hop on Google.
The page showed a photo of an old tapestry from the 1300s that was hanging in a European museum. It was grainy, hard to say that it even resembled Lucas. I zoomed in on it.
The text was much clearer. It identified the man in the tapestry as Lucas Trevailier, and didn’t pull any punches as to the author’s opinion of him.
The evil French sorcerer killed many innocents in his lifetime. His magic was powerful. He was challenged by other sorcerers, and the church itself—but none were able to overcome him. He migrated to Britain in 1300, and vanished mysteriously in 1312, to the delight of many. His reign of terror was finally over. No one knows what happened to him. Perhaps his magic had grown too powerful, and had finally destroyed him. The world was a better place without him.
I heard Kate coming down the stairs with Addie, and quickly closed the laptop.
About the Authors
Joyce and Jim Lavene write bestselling mystery together. They have written and published more than 60 novels for Harlequin, Berkley and Gallery Books along with hundreds of non-fiction articles for national and regional publications.
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Table of Contents
Broken Hearted Ghoul
Table of Contents
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-three
Chapter Twenty-four
Chapter Twenty-five
Chapter Twenty-six
Chapter Twenty-seven
Chapter Twenty-eight
Chapter Twenty-nine
Chapter Thirty
Chapter Thirty-one
Chapter Thirty-two
About the Authors
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