Gethra unrolled the Royal Prophecy Codex with the same reverence one would give to an atom bomb.
It was a thick tome, inked in three languages: Old Atreaum, Crown, and the Divine Tongue. Most of the entires had glyph signatures from Crown scholars. A few were sealed with blood glyphs and could only be read by royalty or celestial beings.
Gethra, being a former angel, found it easy to unlock. Lucian stood nearby watching how her index finger moved across the page--until it paused over a passage.
"This is where he was," she whispered. "The mortician that came before the 13th."
"You're sure? I thought that was Alaric."
"I thought so too. But I don't forget a thread once I've seen it." She pressed her hand to the page, and Lucian's Grimoire twitched. From its leather case, the Loom rattled.
