Story Excerpt Sunday: From Deeds of Men by Marie Brennan

Deeds of Men

an Onyx Court novella

by Marie Brennan

Deven was left in a deserted gallery, jaw clenched in frustration. Not the slightest shred of luck, and now he did not know what path to pursue. Henry had other friends, but none half so close as Penshaw. Who else knew him well?

“You are Sir Michael Deven.”

The words brought him up like a curb bit. The voice was so very like…Deven jerked around, half-expecting to see Henry’s ghost staring at him down this Whitehall gallery, translucent in the co...