Talismaker

By Megan Derr

Since losing his arm and being discharged from the army, Millé has been struggling—for money, for work, for a home. Though he is a highly skilled talismaker, his 'devil eyes' keep anyone from hiring him. Then he saves a man from a footpad, and in gratitude the man takes him home—where Millé finds far more than the warm meal he was promised...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Megan Derr
• Release date: Aug 10, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005717230

Megan Derr

Megan is a long-time resident of queer romance and keeps herself busy reading and writing it. She is often accused of fluff and nonsense. When she’s not involved in writing, she likes to cook, harass her wife and cats, or watch movies. She loves to hear from readers and can be found all over the internet.meganderr.compatreon.com/meganderrmeganderr.blogspot.comfacebook.com/[e-mail]@meganaderr

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Since losing his arm and being discharged from the army, Millé has been struggling—for money, for work, for a home. Though he is a highly skilled talismaker, his 'devil eyes' keep anyone from hiring him.

Then he saves a man from a footpad, and in gratitude the man takes him home—where Millé finds far more than the warm meal he was promised…

Talismaker

By Megan Derr

Published by Megan Derr

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner without written permission of the publisher, except for the purpose of reviews.

Edited by Samantha M. Derr

Cover designed by Stefanie Fontecha of Beetiful Designs

This book is a work of fiction and all names, characters, places, and incidents are fictional or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual people, places, or events is coincidental.

First Edition August 2022

Copyright © 2022 by Megan Derr

Printed in the United States of America

Millé shivered in the cold. Yesterday had been so nice, why did today have to turn into the fucking arctic? His breath misted as he sighed, standing in front of the tenth shop that day to tell him they had no use for his sort, no matter what his skills as a talismaker. No matter how badly they needed a qualified talismaker.

Pulling out the tattered news page in his pocket and a stub of pencil he'd filched from the post office, he braced the paper on the wall with his stump and used his good hand to cross off the latest shop. Tucking the pencil away, he held the paper and looked over his remaining options.

Just two Technically three, but he hadn't even bothered to circle the last one. If he couldn't even get a simple shop to hire him, how in the world would he convince the most brilliant wizard in the city? Laughable.

Movement caught his eye as he finally resumed walking, but it was only his reflection in the shop window. Messy hair, eyes that looked bruised, his brown skin far too pale. One sleeve folded to just above the elbow and pinned at the shoulder. A scar cutting from the bridge of his nose down to his jawline. And of course, the reason nobody would hire him: one brown eye, one blue eye. Bad luck. Ill omen. Demon-born. Changeling. A hundred different explanation for his eyes, all of them bad, all of them stupid. Wizards could have their swirling eyes, but gods forbid his not match.