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« La tension sexuelle entre les deux hommes est torride, et n’a rien à envier à l’ingéniosité des dialogues à la fois empreints de mystère et de magie. » Publisher's Weekly
Exilé depuis des années, Lucien Vaudrey ne pensait pas rentrer un jour en Angleterre. À la suite du décès mystérieux de son père et de son frère, il hérite d’un comté ainsi que des ennemis de sa famille... Afin de se protéger, il se tourne vers un magicien spécialiste des forces occultes, Stephen Day. Très vite, celui-ci tombe sous le charme ravageur de Lucien, qui ne cache pas son envie de le mettre dans son lit. Troublé, Stephen perd peu à peu ses pouvoirs. Mais lorsqu’une série de machinations se referment sur Lucien, Stephen sait qu’il doit les déjouer, sinon la mort sera leur seule compagne.
« Le Charme des Magpie m’a hypnotisée dès le début et je n’ai pu reposer le livre avant de l’avoir fini. Les personnages sont fascinants, l’intrigue effrayante ! On se demande vraiment jusqu’au bout comment ça va finir ! » freshfiction.net
227 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 3, 2013
“There are a number of recommended methods of dealing with ghosts—salt and iron, harmonic resonance, some people swear by exorcism, and not just the priests—but that's the fist time I've seen anyone try a left hook.”
“Is there a reason you’re making this a private compartment?” Stephen enquired warily.
“Yes,” said Crane. “Is there a reason your sleeve is soaked in blood?”
“I do a job that makes me hated by quite a large number of my peers, including many who aren’t even warlocks, because I don’t think anyone is entitled to exploit his fellows because of an accident of birth. You’re an earl, I’m a practitioner, both of us were born this way, and neither of us is entitled to feed off other people because of it.”
“What the fuck, what the fucking, bloody devil-shit, what in the name of Satan’s swollen cock was that?”
“Do you speak in the House of Lords with that mouth?”
“Anyway, the point is…power is addicting. It’s hard to drag it out of the ether, but it’s so easy to tap people. Easy, effective, evil. And once one begins, terribly hard to stop, because the sensation of being without power is such a very horrible one. And of course it’s tempting for any practitioner to see the unskilled as lesser—less talented, less able, less worthy of consideration—and if you tap them for power, you start to see them as lesser beings altogether. Cattle, they call them—you,” he amended hastily. “There to feed on. There to use and discard. And that’s a warlock, more or less.”


















“Is there a reason you have seven magpies tattooed on you?”
“Seven for a secret never to be told.” Crane shrugged, making a magpie ripple. “Actually, I just ran out of useful space.”