Title Honorable Assassins
Author Barbara G.Tarn
Publisher Unicorn Productions
The birth of the Assassins’ Guild of Godwalkar. Members of the Assassins’ Guild can be as honorable as anyone. They might be trained to kill, but they’re just people with loved ones to protect and avenge.
How two southern runaways found refuge in kingless Godwalkar and started and assassins’ school that trained the best, including Kilig the Sword.
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Khanda was in front of the fountain, struggling against Khopesh. He had obviously taken all her secret weapons – her dagger lay on the ground – and was trying to force himself on her. To her credit, Khanda wasn’t screaming for help, but Talwar didn’t think she could stop his cousin.
He stepped into the garden, squeezing the shaft of his weapon and gritting his teeth.
“Let her go!” he ordered.
Khopesh stopped trying to kiss her and rip her bodice off to glare at him.
“Get out of here, Ajay. I told you she’s mine.”
“I’m not yours!” Khanda struggled again and slapped him.
Khopesh held her even tighter, so Talwar whirled his pole-arm and hit his cousin in the back with the shaft, not the blade. Khopesh groaned and scowled at him. He let go of Khanda and pulled out his double-bladed katar.
“Get out of here, Ajay!” he repeated threateningly.
“My name is Talwar. And she doesn’t want you to touch her.”
Khopesh swung his arm with a scream of anger, but Talwar jumped back. Instead of using the blade, he used the bottom of the pole-arm to thrust.
“Tum zinda ho!” he whispered, activating the spell of the seal of the Goddess Zindagi.
Khopesh screamed in pain, thrown back by the green magic flame of the seal. He fell on his back and shivered uncontrollably before passing out. Talwar saw that his cousin’s tunic was burned and that his skin was marked by the seal of Zindagi, a burning scar that would never allow him to forget.
Khanda had gasped when Khopesh had been hit, but she recovered first. She grabbed Talwar’s wrist with both hands and shook him.
“Let’s get out of here, quickly!” She picked up her dagger from the floor and they rushed out of the garden and the palace. “What did you just do?” she asked, worried, as they mixed with the crowd in the paved streets of Agharek.
“I went back to the monastery to say good-bye to my teachers and the abbot thought I deserved to take the pole-arm with me, even though I’m an assassin,” he answered, still breathless. “The seal of Zindagi doesn’t kill. Khopesh will have a scar to remind him that no means no.”
“He’s not dead?” she insisted.
“No, but the spell hurts more than the scarification rite, obviously…”
“Then we must leave this place,” she said, determined, stopping to look him in the eyes. “He will never forgive you, and will make our life miserable. Even if your father and mine agree to our wedding, he’ll do everything in his power to destroy us.”
Barbara G.Tarn had an intense life in the Middle Ages that stuck to her through the centuries. She prefers swords to guns, long gowns to mini-skirts, and even though she buried the warrior woman, she deplores the death of knights in shining chainmail. She likes to think her condo apartment is a medieval castle, unfortunately lacking a dungeon to throw noisy neighbors and naughty colleagues in. Also known as the Lady with the Unicorns, these days she prefers to add a touch of fantasy to all her stories, past and present – when she’s not wandering on her fantasy world of Silvery Earth or in her Star Minds futuristic universe.
She’s a writer, sometimes artist, mostly a world-creator and story-teller. Two of her stories received an Honorable Mention at the Writers of the Future contest. She writes, draws, ignores her day job and blogs at: http://creativebarbwire.wordpress.com.
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