Pagent looked at the chandelier. He was a necromancer and usually things like this didn't disturb him. But by the light he couldn't believe that the two guild masters after Neuyru hadn't had the thing replaced. A chandelier is good, but not when it's made from the staked remains of a bloody vampire. For two hours Pagent had sat in the Office at the centre of the Guild Library trying to work. But he couldn't take his eyes of the damn thing. Finally he got a set of step ladders and had a closer look. He relaxed a little when he saw the runes of light etched into the bones. "But still" he thought shuddering, "in the morning that has got to go "