Mysteries cast invitations, and it’s up to Sarn to decide if he’ll accept:
The light from his eyes brightened as the red orb of the sun bled onto the serrated horizon. The chill of death hung in the air suspended on a breath of winter. Not the clean scent of ice and snow but the damp, fetid odor of turned earth and it grated against his senses. Someone had died and not in old age’s peace. Violence had spilled blood somewhere close. Its wrongness assaulted his magical senses, shoving him into motion.
His sixth sense swept out seeking signs of life stirring as he ran into the purple dusk. But he sensed no one sharing the balcony with him. North he hurried, following the ivory curve of the balcony to the backside of the mountain. But the problem lay further afield. So he leaped over vegetable patches and wove around statues. East now his course bent until a wrenching in his guts halted him. —Excerpted from Curse Breaker: Enchanted