Only players on a stage.
Thaddeus worked his way to the top of his profession. As an inquisitor to the Doge, he enjoyed all the comforts middle-classed Venice had to offer.
That is until he was saddled with the sniveling scribe from Padua, Geovanni. Now his life had taken a turn for the bizarre.
Given the impossible task of discovering the source of a strange plague, the inquisitor and scribe have been banished from Venice until a resolution is ferreted out.
Strangeness stalks the land, and it isn’t the Turks. The pair’s first task is to reach the infected town of Udine intact.
Will they be able to find the source, and return? Will they survive?
Read the first book Inquisitor, in the Thaddeus of Venice trilogy, to find out.
Genre: FICTION / HistoricalI have over 30 books published in several SF/F sub-genres; I would like to increase my international readership.
The rough-hewed table sat in the center of the dark room. The braziers and irons did little to break the chill of the space. The lead ceiling of the building let the cold seep into the very core of the cells. This small prison might be attached to the Doge’s residence, but it was not what a person would call luxurious by any stretch of the imagination. This was where the most special of cases were brought.
Thaddeus glanced at the scribe who was forced upon him. He noticed the other man’s black four-pointed hat had become canted. Out of reflex, he checked to ensure his was still straight. The black hat had been his identity for too many years. He took great pride in wearing it, and the fact it identified them both as members of the judiciary wasn’t lost on him. He judged the man next to him was nothing like him.
At times, a pause in the interrogation would be required to let a suspect ponder the choices of their past and their future. It also gave the pain a chance to work. Most accused would scream a confession before the questioning started. This suspect had proved more resilient.
The accused hung suspended before the inquisitor, her arms stretched out behind her back in a most uncomfortable position. Tears ran from her eyes, yet she screamed little. Most men would have broken like a baby by now, but the woman refused to budge on her confession. There was little doubt Thaddeus himself could have endured the pain, as well as the woman did.
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