Title: The Lord Apparent's Razor
Series: Children of Nall Multi Timeline Series #2, Dubric - Classic Murder Mystery #2, Ghosts in the Snow #2
Published by: TamboWrites
Release Date: September 17, 2019
Contributors: Tambo Jones (author), Michelle Maakestad (illustrator)
Genre: Grimdark Fantasy
Pages: 144
ISBN13: 978-1951023041
ASIN: B07XRV1HXM

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Haunted by the ghosts of mutilated servant girls, desperate Castellan Dubric risked his staff to catch their killer. His bold move failed, and page Lars Hargrove nearly died. But Lars saw a scratch on Dubric’s prime suspect, Lord Risley Romlin who is grandson of the king and Faldorrah’s lord. Risley has motive, opportunity, a collapsible razor similar to the killer’s, and an ever-increasing obsession with linen maid Nella.Each morning brings another dead servant girl in the snow, each girl missing her kidneys and hair, each razor-slashed more viciously than the victim before. Residents of the castle grow angrier every day and demand Risley’s arrest, but Dubric has to be certain of Risley’s guilt before risking war. At least until Dubric’s own guards are killed beside the women they failed to protect.

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The first glints of sunrise flickered on the crumbling crenellations of the castle’s west tower as Dubric’s page, nearly fifteen-summers-old Lars Hargrove, staggered through mud near the poultry coops, his bloody hands tied in front of him with intestines. His face and his chest were covered in blood, as if he had rolled in it, and he repeatedly tried to spit away the foul taste polluting his blood-smeared mouth.

He was relieved he hadn’t puked over whatever putrid thing had been used to gag him. It lay discarded somewhere beneath the coop, surely a horror that he did not want to contemplate or see. After facing the thing in the dark, and finally managing to spit the noxious gag away, he had decided that his life was truly a miracle, even if it was over.

He fell to his knees beside the body of the egg maid, and he muttered a curse as his shoulders slumped in shame. His shortsword had been thrust into the back of her head and it stood there jauntily, the hilt dripping with blood. Dubric was going to have his ass, that was as sure as the coming dawn, and not only because he’d let himself be seen.

Whoever had killed the egg maid had hacked apart her body with Lars’s sword, shot her with a bolt from his small crossbow, and stolen his dagger. Lars had ruined the murder scene, ruined it by his presence, and any clue the killer might have left had been compromised. He was covered in her blood, with the stink of her death, and he was in deep trouble.