Orconomics (The Dark Profit Saga, #1)

by J. Zachary Pike

He turned to the Mask, but the doppelganger was already elsewhere, and, presumably, else-whom.

Gorm nodded. It wasn’t exactly his song, but it was in the same key.

“Did you ever hear of the aithanalasi?” “My Elven’s a little rusty. On account of me never learning it.”

“Well, that was strange,” said Ignatius. Given that he was living in a pile of crates next to a shrine to the god of death, his accusations of strangeness carried a lot of weight.