And to one side of the room, occupying most of the open space, sat an enormous coffin of solid, cream-colored stone. Its surface was etched, inside and out, with row upon row of tiny symbols.
“Is that marble?” he asked.
“Alabaster. It’s a sarcophagus, from the tomb of King…” Sir Lewis ruffled his hair. “I forget his name at the moment. I have it somewhere.”
“And the inscriptions?”
“Hexes on the outside. On the interior, directions to the underworld.” The old man’s hoary eyebrows rose. “You can have a lie-down in the thing, if you like. Good for the spine.”
“Thank you, no.” Bram shuddered.

Auteur: Tessa Dare