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BOOK SAMPLE: NUMEN THE SLAYER (PART 3)

“As they turned a corner, Numen and company were greeted by an unexpected sight. Locked in the pillory was the local thief, Joe Karly. Joe was slightly older than Numen with rough features and brown teeth while wearing nothing but rags. The pillory had dried vegetables sticking to it while Joe snarled like an animal. Joe came from an impoverished family from outside of the castle and always tried to climb the walls and steal something. Every time he was caught, Joe was put in the pillory for three days and nights. Some barons considered Numen’s father to be too lenient towards criminals like Joe, but he ignored their disapproval. Numen could not restrain a chuckle at seeing Joe get caught again.

In front of the pillory was Clovis Virtus, the blacksmith’s apprentice. Clovis was three years older than Numen and was as big and strong as a grass-fed ox. His complexion was constantly covered is soot and burns from working the forge. Clovis’s hair was jet-black and his eyes were as blue as crystals. Clovis possessed a great passion for forging yet always dreamed of becoming a knight one day. He even forged his own armor and weapons during his free time in preparation for the day he became a knight.

Next to Clovis was Margaret, the stablemaster’s daughter. Like Lucille, Margaret’s father wanted a son to succeed him, but when his wife failed to give him one, he raised Margaret like a son. As a result, Margaret did not dress like a girl, but dressed in the standard attire of a stableboy. She was willowy yet muscular from years of hard labor. Her brown hair was as long and coarse as a horse’s mane and her face was also long with high cheekbones. Margaret was the same age as Clovis and they became lovers after years of helping one another shoe the horses. To practice being a knight, Clovis and Margaret shared a chivalrous relationship.”

NUMEN THE SLAYER SAMPLE (PART 2)

Here is a sample from Numen the Slayer:

 

Eager for more food, Numen walked back towards the bank to recover his sword. However, the moment Numen picked up Gramfyre there was the sound of nearby footsteps. Numen looked up and jumped when he saw two of King Robar’s men, one wielding a sword and the other using an ax. The two men glared at Numen with fierce intensity like a pair of predators stalking their prey.

In an instant, the two soldiers fell on Numen with great savagery. Desperate to defend himself, Numen swung Gramfyre to the side, slicing through the sword-wielding soldier’s abdomen. The man fell instantly, and Numen was forced to fend off the ax-wielding soldier. When their weapons clashed, the impact threw the ax off course enough to miss Numen’s head by mere inches. The ax-wielding soldier tried to swing again, but Numen grabbed his ax arm before thrusting Gramfyre into the man’s throat. Choking on his own blood, the soldier collapsed limply next to his fallen comrade.

Numen panted heavily as he processed what had happened. He looked at his hands and saw that his enemies’ blood stained them. Consumed by volatile emotions, Numen fell to his knees and shivered with shock. He was sickened by the fact that he killed more men and wondered how many more he had to kill before his nightmare was over.

NUMEN THE SLAYER SAMPLE

Here is a sample from Numen the Slayer:

 

 

On the outskirts of the battle, Baron Ubba and four of his knights were surrounded by corpses and broken weapons. The baron limped through the carnage as he clutched a wound on his right side while using his battle ax as a cane. Meanwhile, two of his knights were guarding his flanks while the other two were leaning on each other for support. As they continued to wander through their insane surroundings, Ubba ground his teeth with frustrated anger while contemplating how the battle had turned against them so suddenly.

“How could this have happened? We had the Letums right where we wanted them, and that rabble took us by surprise with that dragon. Now the siege is broken, and we are doomed!” Ubba growled.

Patting his liege on the shoulder, one of the knights assured, “Just keep moving, My Lord. We will return to Chainhorn Castle and regroup.”

The five men stopped in their tracks when they heard growling behind them. Stiffly turning, they saw two war wolves glaring at them with hungry eyes. The beasts’ muzzles and paws were stained with blood. For a long moment, Ubba and his knights stared at the wolves as they waited for someone to make the first move.

Then the wolves lunged at Ubba and his men. The wounded knights were quickly taken down and ripped apart while the able-bodied knights cut the wolves down with their swords. However, as Ubba watched the skirmish, his wounds acted up, and he grunted with discomfort. Ubba was barely able to maintain his footing even when he used his ax as a cane. Once he regained his breath, Ubba and his surviving knights resumed their efforts to flee the battle.

“Leaving so soon, My Lord?” asked a voice behind Ubba and his knights.

The three men turned around to find Clovis, Joe, and Tristan standing before them. Clovis wore his horned great helm while his war hammer was drenched in the blood of his enemies. Tristan gripped his katzbalger with a tight grip, ready to engage his new enemies. Joe held both of his kukris with anticipation, glaring at his prey with hungry anticipation.

“Leave me alone!” Ubba demanded fiercely.

“I’m afraid I can’t do that, My Lord. Our orders are to keep anyone from escaping the true Emperor’s judgment,” Clovis explained.

Sneering, Joe added, “Plus, if we take out one of the leaders of the king’s army, our new friend Numen might reward us handsomely for your head.”

“Get out of my way, boys!” Ubba ordered, gripping his ax handle tightly.

“We will not, My Lord! You sided with King Robar! That makes you the true Emperor’s enemy and will be treated accordingly!” Tristan affirmed.

Ubba’s two knights charged at their new opponents with desperate ferocity. Tristan deflected his enemy’s sword before cleaving his chest open with his katzbalger. Meanwhile, Joe effortlessly sliced through the right hip of his adversary with one kukri before slitting his throat with the other. Joe and Tristan displayed lethal precision as they dispatched their opponents.

Lifting his battle ax, Ubba bellowed with rage and charged at Clovis. However, Clovis countered by swinging his war hammer into Ubba’s sternum, causing a geyser of blood to burst out of Ubba’s mouth. After that blow, Baron Ubba was dead before he limply hit the ground.

Shrugging his shoulders, Joe said, “Well that’s the end of that. Let’s hope Numen rewards us after this chore.”

“You and me both, Joe,” Tristan agreed.

Scoffing, Clovis countered, “Bah! It’s not about the rewards. The only reward I want is the thrill of this epic battle! Now let’s get back and kill some more of these suckers!”

With their foes beaten, Clovis, Tristan, and Joe turned on their heels and returned to the fray.

BOOK SAMPLE: THE YOUNG GUARDIANS AND THE GENESIS SPELL

Here is a sample from my first volume, The Young Guardians and the Genesis Spell.  This is the scene that changes the Young Guardians’ lives forever:

    “The mysterious object hit the ground in front of them. As the object hit the ground, shock waves of white energy shot in every direction. The shock waves hit Patrick and his friends over and over again, sending them flying in every direction.

Joshua flew at a tree, smashing it in two, and slammed through a window of a Corner Bakery Cafe. Derek landed in the fountain outside the theater with a loud splash. Gregory crashed into one of the theater pillars, landing on his back. Patrick flew straight up, falling back to the ground with a thud, belly up.

Patrick slowly raised his head. He looked in front of him. There was a large crater, with white flames surrounding its rim. Even though the heat was immense, Patrick tried to pull himself toward the crater, to see what the object was. He winced, his insides and eyes were  urning and his legs were numb, as he crawled towards the crater. He peered over the rim, and looked inside. There was a young girl who appeared to be his age, more beautiful than any he had ever seen, lying in the crater.

She wore a torn gray skirt, what remained of a gray tunic, a large silver shoulder pad strapped onto her left shoulder, and she firmly held a long curved silver sword in her right hand. Patrick could not see the girl’s face in the blinding light. She wore no shoes or boots, which revealed her long slender legs and small feet. Her arms were as long and slender as her legs. Her hands were small and frail-looking. Her abdominal area, which was muscular and had a small belly button, was also revealed. As far as Patrick could see, the girl was gorgeous.

“Aut mett,” the girl whispered.

Then Patrick’s world went black.”