Death Whispers of the Etherwave
Book 1 of Legends of the Privateers
If Books Could Kill… They’d Start with Him
Doctor Pedro Sangre thought it would be simple: recover an old book, the Codex Luminari, from a half-sunken ruin, survive the swamp, then walk away.
But it was never really that simple.
When the Codex Luminari is stolen, Pedro finds himself at the center of an impossible plot with a horrific conclusion. Unless he can uncover who’s behind it all first.
As necrotic magic spreads across Jamaica, Pedro and his companions find themselves hunted by murderers, pirates, and death golems. Worse still, a mysterious figure stalks them from the shadows, eager to tear through anything in his way… maybe even death itself.
Table of Contents
Chapter 2: Best of bad choices
Chapter 4: The Best Laid Plans
Chapter 5: Unexpected Consequences
Chapter 6: Questions for Answers
Chapter 7: A Slight Cause for Concern
Chapter 8: Just a Little Bad Blood
Chapter 9: Dire Warnings and Malcontents
Chapter 10: Dubious Elixirs and Dire Information
Chapter 11: An Unwelcome Committee
Chapter 12: Bruises, Tea, and A Bag of Hammers
Chapter 13: Dead, From a Certain Point of View
Chapter 14: Catching Breaths and Inspiration
Chapter 15: Lockpicks and Ledgers
Chapter 16: Aggressive Negotiations With a Bad Decision
Chapter 17: Ghosts, Golems, and Aggressive Gardening
Chapter 18: Mostly Dead, Mostly Right
Chapter 19: Mysterious Maps and Bleeding Ink
Chapter 20: Murder Alleys and Bad Deals
Chapter 21: Rising Secrets and the Restless Dead
Chapter 22: Bitter Bone and Stirred Spirits, Served Cold
Chapter 23: Village of Silent Voices
Chapter 24: The Devil’s Bargain
Chapter 25: Bloody Passages, Bitter Remedies
Chapter 28: A Privateer’s Gambit
Chapter 29: Bait and Bloody Portents
Chapter 30: A Quiet Place Between Heaven and Hell
Chapter 33: Splinters and Smoke
Chapter 34: Dire Arts and the Arcane Engine
Chapter 36: A Debt Paid, A Debt Owed
Chapter 38: The Price of Ghostfire
Legends of the Privateers is a work of pure, unabashed fiction. Actually, when it’s not swinging off the rigging, or shivering some timbers, it’s rather shy and retiring. Did I mention it enjoys baking? Names of characters, places, events, organizations and locations are all creations of the author’s imagination for this fictitious setting. So he really is all to blame here.
Any resemblance to persons living, dead, shoved overboard, or reanimated is coincidental. The opinions expressed are those of the characters and should not be confused with the author’s, since the characters and the author tend to disagree a lot.