Donald Hounam Książki

Forensic sorcerer Frank Sampson reckons it's something to do with the bizarre magic symbols carved into his flesh. He thinks he knows the sorcerer behind it; Or not . . . Life can get confusing when your loyalties are divided, you're on the run, and the Inquisition are on your tail with a stack of dry firewood and a box of matches.

The Bishop of Oxford is very, very dead. At least the police think it's the Bishop - it's impossible to be sure, since someone has made off with his head. By the terror that he's losing his Gift - the ability to work magic. And by all those stupid rules which get in the way of proving that everybody is wrong about the case .