Eyes of Gaal

By R. E. Conary

Can you steal from a god?
A witch and a thief tempt fate when they seek a god's power.

It was neither the tang of sea nor the rancidness of rotting fish, garbage and offal that roused me from my doze. Nor was it the creaking of ships at berth, the loading and off-loading of cargo, nor the movement and cries of men. No, it was none of the everyday stench and noise about the quay of Portside, that festering pustule that marks the fair cheek of uVaal, the Splendid City. It was the clinking of coin into my bowl.

"Tell me a story," the stranger said. "They say that you know of the Eyes of Gaal."

"Only thieves seek the Eyes of Gaal and their fate. Sit, and listen."

It was the night of Full Sail, the month of the Squid, when the danger of Typhoon had passed. Revelers filled the streets of Ospraa By The Sea, the only city of the Isle of Muuta, whose name means death. . . .

• Language: English
• Publisher: R. E. Conary
• Release date: Feb 1, 2018
• ISBN: 9781946545022

R. E. Conary

First, and foremost, I’m a reader. It’s a rare night I’m not tucked in with a book before bed. Books are as much a part of me, my DNA, as the Conarys, Dames, Longs, Fullers, Cousins and Chiltons on back to that first amoeba that tweaked to life in the long forgotten primordial ooze. And I try to write stories I’d like to read.I write many types of stories but private investigator Rachel Cord is my modern-day Cyrano de Bergerac striding through Raymond Chandler's mean streets. James Rockford in drag. She's a what-you-see-is-what-you-get woman who's not afraid to take chances or make mistakes and is willing to let the reader into her darkest moments as well as her accomplishments. She holds nothing back.I come from a long line of New Englanders and was raised on the sunny shores of Southern California. For 20 plus years I lived and worked in different parts of the country and the world courtesy of Uncle Sam. I currently live in Southern Georgia with my wife and two cats.

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