Chapter 36“Locomote!” Zofia's voice cried.
Like a rocket, the Stone launched into the air. It whizzed past Blood's head and smacked Newell in the noggin. He went down like a felled redwood.
Blood moved, and became a blur of motion. When Zofia's eyes caught up with him, he no longer looked like her friend, Monique. Instead Blood stood in his usual somber black satin robe. Mysterious runes stitched in gold threaded up and down the front and along the hem. Streaks of silver and black hair fell unevenly over his shoulders. The wrinkles in the face were deeper than ever. A long, and ragged mustache ran across his upper lip, meeting an unkempt graying beard. Hamparzum's, where he had been held captive for many decades, had not been kind to him.
The large necklace of Absakara lay on the ground
