Leo Domenico -... - The English Tutor - Raul Korso

At that, the tutor turned. And for the first time, the silver in his eyes seemed to burn.

“Raul Korso Leo Domenico,” he said, his voice a low, precise baritone. No accent. Or rather, every accent. A ghost of Rome in the vowels, a shadow of Vienna in the consonants, and the cold, hard logic of London in the grammar. “Your servant, my lady.” The English Tutor - Raul Korso Leo Domenico -...

English Tutor. Smuggler of fire.

The Cardinal’s men found nothing. The tutor was a ghost. But the grandsons? They kept his books hidden beneath the floorboards. And years later, when they themselves became outlaws, printing seditious pamphlets in a mountain press, they signed each one the same way: At that, the tutor turned