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338 pages, Paperback
First published August 29, 2014
I am a witch-hunter. As was my father, and his father and so on. I am the 7th generation of witch-hunters...Set a few years after the last book, Hunter Astley is one of the few remaining witch hunters left alive.
Unfortunately, he'd already set off in pursuit of the noise, self preservation at the back of his mind.He's spent the last few years hiding, resting and planning - all so he can come back and lead the world out of the dark ages.
"The witches are more dangerous now than they have ever been."But the road is dangerous and he will have to use every last bit of his strength to save everyone - anyone - he can.
"The Shadow Witch. She'd trapped us, I can't find a way out."Alrighty - third book in and I can honestly say that I'm rather pleased with this one. I think it was a marked improvement upon the second and I was quite addicted to finishing it.
"That's not magic, it's something...different."The claim is that this is anti-magic...but it's still doing wild things like teleportation.
Maurizio had delved into their minds and removed every trace and memory...And yet that is not witchcraft either?


"If you want my opinion, and I know you won't like it." The Abate stated. "Anti-witches and Donili have a lot more in common with witches than normal humans."
Mel danced around the table, making ure her two guests were seated before skipping to the door and yanking it open.
"Hello Dave." She trilled to the with-hunter on sentry.
"We're having a tea party. Can you bring the tea?
Demons, and the prophecies, and greatness. It all seemed far-reaching. But then again, if someone had told him five years ago that the world would fall to ruin, and witch-hunters would use magic, he would have thought it equally unlikely.
After taking a moment to work out who Hunter was, Mel turned and went back to the house with all the appearance of a kicked puppy.