Alan Campbell - Sea of Ghosts (Gravedigger Chronicles 1)

BOOK ONE OF THE

GRAVEDIGGER CHRONICLES

TOR

Let my skill with a bow be judged when the stars flare and die, for I have shot arrows at all of them

Argusto Conquillas, The Art of Hunting , 8/4/900

Ballistic weapons can be used effectively against a sorcerer, provided they are not aimed directly at the sorcerer

Colonel Thomas Granger, Treatise on the Use of Imperial Ordnance against Entropic Trickery , 12/HA/1420

This book is dedicated to

William Campbell

CONTENTS

PROLOGUE

The shopkeeper stood seven feet tall and wore a fantastic turban, a twist of ice-cream silk laced with pearls. He ran his hand along the bookcase until he found the volume he was looking for and extracted it with the deft flourish of a carnival magician. This is the book you want, he said. A Tapestry of Sex explores the art of seduction; it was penned by the greatest lover who ever lived. He paused in affected wonder. Herein lie the secrets of Lord Herian Goodman the methods by which he won the hearts of every man, woman and cauldron abomination he desired. Take it, read it, allow yourself to be seduced by it.

Ida pressed the pages to her lips and breathed in odours of perspiration and exotic perfume. She could still hear the hubbub of commerce in the cavernous gloom around her, but the noise seemed suddenly distant. As her eye followed the neat printed words, her heart began to race. She had to buy this book.

The Trove Market had grown into a network of enormous brick vaults and sinuous passages that reached underneath the Imperial city of Losoto, its cluttered aisles defining tributaries through which endless streams of tourists flowed. They wandered through vast arched spaces, gaping at shelves ablaze with gold and silver trinkets, at glass orchids and jewelled clocks and alabaster birdcages, at endless stacks of boiled-black dragon bones. Painted saints and figureheads smiled back at them with eyes of candle-flame and lips like glazed cherries. Tiny brass machines chuckled and chirruped meaningless words, pulsing colourful lights to no apparent purpose. Old swords waited in cabinets for new owners. There were boxes of feathers and jars of colourful dust, bottles of jellyfish wine and cloaks woven from the hair of dead princesses. Manatee skulls lay next to miniature tombstones. Sharkskin men and women writhed and danced in tanks of brine, their grey limbs sliding fluidly behind the curved glass walls, their hair like green pennants. A million customers might pass through Losotos underground market, plucking at the banks of treasure, and yet the stock never diminished. It could not be eroded. Every artefact in the empire found its way here eventually, to lie in wait for a spark of desire.

Ida clutched her book as fiercely as a mother holds a long-lost child. Goodman was an Unmer Lord? she asked the shopkeeper.

Lord, libertine and a formidable sorcerer to boot. He lived in a house up there, less than a hundred yards from here. He jabbed a finger up at the vaulted brick ceiling, beyond which the streets of Losoto would be basking in the sunshine.

Then this book is magical?

The shopkeeper smiled broadly, displaying the diamonds set in his teeth. Who can say? The Unmer invested so many of their creations with magic. You must read it all to discover its value. Passion, sexual ecstasy, horror and peril. Anything is possible between the covers of such a book.

She nodded urgently.

But theres more, he added. Now that you possess a map of seduction, you must acquire a compass and a sextant, so to speak, to facilitate your success. He steered her towards a dark cabinet stuffed with bulbous phials that gleamed like squid. These Unmer potions have been dredged from the beds of sixteen seas. Look here. He picked up a green bottle. Drink this to cleanse and revitalize your mind; it tastes like spring rain. And this He chose a tiny, empty jar is a singularly precious ointment.

What is it?

Clarity.

How much do they cost? I dont know

And here is stamina. This bottle was sunflower-yellow, the next one pink. He scooped them into his arms like glazed fruit sweets. And lucid dreams and lightness of step ah, here is an enigma. This tincture allows one to see colours hidden in other peoples shadows and thus perceive hidden intentions. These three are the bottled auras of young boys sacrificed at Unmer altars; their ghosts will be lingering nearby. How long do you plan to stay?

Excuse me?

Will you be in Losoto a week from now?

She shook her head. My ship leaves tomorrow.

The shopkeeper threw up his hands with mock regret. Suddenly he seemed taller and wilder, an enormous blue-lipped djinn at the centre of the universe. Lanterns suspended from the ceiling whirled around his head like flaming bolas. His eyes blazed. But youll miss the rarest treasure of them all. My agent in Valcinder is sending me a jealous knife. They dragged it up from sixty fathoms down. A man died to procure it, and I am told it is superb.

Her head spun. Is it an Unmer artefact? What does it do?

What does it do ? The jealous knife allows two lovers to exchange tactile sensation. Prick each partners finger and thereafter each will experience the others pleasure or pain. Thus a lonely wife might please her husband across great gulfs of separation, or a brave man endure the pain of childbirth in his womans stead.

But why is it called

He made a dismissive gesture. The effect is everlasting. Relationships are not.

Perhaps Ida could remain a few days and return home on a later boat? She had spent so much money already on this trip, but she absolutely had to have that knife. And possibly an aura or two, an Unmer sonnet, a dragons eye, or a few vials of passion drained from a corpse. Leave the gold to the magpies; she would indulge her taste for Unmer sorcery. Yes. She simply must stay. She was about to say as much when she heard a great commotion from another part of the market. A woman screamed.

The shopkeeper stared past her, over the tops of the nearest shelves. And then he turned and walked briskly away down the aisle.

Mr Samael? Ida called after him. Mr Samael?

Other people were shoving past her now, quickly. Ida sensed a swell of panic building under the vaulted ceiling. She heard another scream, and what sounded like an explosion. Glass smashed. Suddenly the crowd surged, and someone knocked her to the floor. Ida cried out and cowered under her book as boots thudded past her head.

Silence followed.

Ida wobbled to her feet and swept back the tangled mess of her hair. Dirty footprints bruised her dress. Her arms and legs smarted. The aisles all around were clogged with wreckage from fallen shelves. It looked as if a tsunami had swept through here. The crowds had fled, but the marketplace was not deserted.

Ten yards away a little girl stood at the junction of four aisles, cradling a metal doll in her arms. She wore a red frock composed of many layers and frills that flared out around her boots like the petals of a rose. Her hair and skin were as white as bone dust, and her huge dark eyes brimmed with tears.

Oh, you poor tyke. Ida moved towards the child.

From behind came the calm sound of a mans voice: Maam.

Ida turned.

Five Imperial soldiers perched upon the tops of the shelves above her. They had climbed up among the boxes of treasure, three on one side of the aisle, two on the opposite bank. As motley a group as Ida had ever seen, they wore tattered black uniforms adorned with old clasps, buckles and pins. They wore whaleskin boots and gloves and carried swords, gutting knives and hand-cannons fashioned from dragon-bone and silver these latter clearly salvaged from the seabed, for the stocks still bore the scars of barnacles. The man who had spoken crouched over a leather satchel, gripping the stub of a cigar between his teeth and holding his firearm upright in one fist like a staff. His own uniform bore the bee-stripe epaulettes of an Imperial Guard colonel. He was wiry, tough-looking but ungainly, with oversized joints and a neat cap of brown hair. Grey spots of sharkskin marred one side of his neck, and yet his pale blue eyes were as clear and hard as glass. His raggedy appearance seemed so much at odds with his apparent rank that for a moment Ida wondered if hed mugged one of Emperor Hus finest and stolen the fellows getup.