It is a sword forged in blood:
Pantania, guild mistress and bearer of Bloodletter-the sentient sword, is the hand that wields the power. Her behavior is erratic, her temper escalating. Assailed by terrible headaches, her sanity begins to fray. What began as a vendetta against a rival guild can escalate into full scale war with the price....a kingdom. The king sends a group of heroes to seeek the aid of the Crystal Wizard-a quest that will test their faith and courage. Adversity brings together unexpected allies. The fate of Domhan rests in their hands. Who will prevail in a battle of wills, the heroes,the sword, or Pantania, the guild mistress? In the world of Domhan blood will rain.
“It is the feel I enjoy most,” the sword crooned. “The way it soaks into my pores filling me with power.”
Pantania rolled her eyes. The damned sword didn’t have pores. It was crazy. Sometimes she wondered what the blade was thinking. Had she still been sane she would have wondered why the thing was thinking. More soap led to more lather until she was covered in it. She leaned back in the steaming water and relaxed.
“You killed your own instead of theirs.” The sword had no interest in where he got the blood from, but wasn’t it counterproductive to kill one’s own army? He needed to loosen the control on her mind just a little before she ruined the plan completely.
“I was angry,” she said. “I’m tired of defiance at every turn. I will rule the guilds.” Her eyes flashed with a thought. “Why stop there? I could take the castle, kill the king, and rule the realm. Queen Pantania has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”
“Quite.” She could barely hear the response as she ducked her head underwater.
About Me
- Gerry L. Black
- I have been a heavy metal singer and am now writer of fantasy novels.
Pantania Pommel had a headache. The pain had been more and more frequent, lately. If it weren’t for that damned voice in her head, she may be able to think straight, make a coherent decision, but, alas, the voice was ever present, whispering ideas in her head. Ideas of murder-of hate.
ReplyDeleteObsessed as she was with what the Skrapestones were doing, she was awaiting word from her best assassin, a cruel, ugly man known as Neftet Grimm. She had sent him to bring her the head of any high ranking member of the opposing guild. It was meant to be a warning as well as a strike against her rivals.
ReplyDeleteI awoke today to a revelation. The book will actually be published in a few months. If not for the love and support of my beautiful wife, this project would never have gotten off the ground. A serial procrastinator, I have the tendency to put things off until way too much time goes by. She never let me lose my focus and for that i thank her. Raise your swords high and give a salute to the beautiful Kimberly, my inspiration and my guide.
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