Victor Deus (Heritage of the Blood Book 1) by Brent Lee Markee Page A
Authors: Brent Lee Markee
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kind you might not walk away from.
“Eat the blade of my axe” Ashur swung wide hoping to get under the creatures right arm and score a hit into the creature's midsection. Right before the blow connected he learned that his earlier shot to the creature's shoulder had not reduced the strength in it's left arm by much as it slammed into his side sending him flying across the corridor into the opposite wall.
In the time it took Ashur to run wildly into battle and get flung a dozen feet Nim had imbedded a dagger into the creature and was getting ready to throw another. He let fly and hit the creature's other wing as he watched his friend's body knocked, quite literally, into the wall on the other side of the corridor. “Stay there!”
Ashur let out a groan as he found himself partially embedded into a rock wall. Ok, I'll stay right here. He thought that it sounded like a good Idea. Still he started moving his arms and legs to make sure they worked and accidentally unplugged himself from the wall and plopped unceremoniously onto the floor. “Ugh.”
“Who behind me that thinks they so sneaky? I smell you serpent. Now I pluck out your fangs me thinks, yes?” The beast turned around to face what he considered the greater threat. He was still satiated from his earlier meal, but now thirsted for something else, blood. He expected to see one of the various Lizard-men species, or one of the vicious dragon-men; known to the rest of the continent as the Dracair. Instead he found a creature that looked an awful lot like any other human. That was as much as his small brain was able to process before the hairs on his body stood up and the world was filled with light and pain.
Ashur was getting up onto his knees when the lightning arced out of Nim's hands and struck the beast full in the chest. He closed his eyes from the sudden brightness of the bolt, but not quickly enough. Spots were everywhere on the inside of his eyelids, and when he opened his eyes again the spots were all he could see.
Nim walked up to the downed creature and pulled back his hood revealing his face to the beast.
The beast looked up into the face of deaths messenger. He looked into the eyes of this man and realized why he had smelled serpentine. “Why you kill Granik, you Dragon-man, Dracair? yes? We hate humans.”
Nim looked into the face of the beast and nodded solemnly . “Yes, I am the bastard son of a Dracairei, but I am nothing like you.” With that he slit the throat of the creature, granting him a quick death, a courtesy that was not afforded to the beasts victims earlier this night.
Chapter 3
The Life of a Thief
Year 3043 AGD
The Day of New Beginnings
Continent of Terroval
City of Safeharbor
Docks district
The Serpents Dagger
Second Floor
Walkins had told Victor that he would teach him everything he needed to know to survive on the streets, and he had kept that promise. The old man taught him how to use his dagger for more things than just fighting, and he could now open many locks with ease without relying on his skills as a Shaper. The last year had been tough, but Victor had persevered. Victor had also realized that many of the things that Shaylyn had taught him could be utilized in his new profession. The most important of which was the ability to pay attention and think things through. He had also realized how many things Shaylyn had neglected to teach him, things that he knew she never wanted him to know. Those prior and new lessons were allowing him to become quite the thief however, and he knew he would become even better as time went by.
“Superbly done Victor, I can sell this for quite a bit of money.” Walkins held up a necklace encrusted with pearls and diamonds in a web pattern that any lady of wealth would love to wear. The old man had had quit trying to trick Victor into stealing things from “bad men” or “rich fools who don't care about you.” He still used that method with most of the boys, but Victor
“Eat the blade of my axe” Ashur swung wide hoping to get under the creatures right arm and score a hit into the creature's midsection. Right before the blow connected he learned that his earlier shot to the creature's shoulder had not reduced the strength in it's left arm by much as it slammed into his side sending him flying across the corridor into the opposite wall.
In the time it took Ashur to run wildly into battle and get flung a dozen feet Nim had imbedded a dagger into the creature and was getting ready to throw another. He let fly and hit the creature's other wing as he watched his friend's body knocked, quite literally, into the wall on the other side of the corridor. “Stay there!”
Ashur let out a groan as he found himself partially embedded into a rock wall. Ok, I'll stay right here. He thought that it sounded like a good Idea. Still he started moving his arms and legs to make sure they worked and accidentally unplugged himself from the wall and plopped unceremoniously onto the floor. “Ugh.”
“Who behind me that thinks they so sneaky? I smell you serpent. Now I pluck out your fangs me thinks, yes?” The beast turned around to face what he considered the greater threat. He was still satiated from his earlier meal, but now thirsted for something else, blood. He expected to see one of the various Lizard-men species, or one of the vicious dragon-men; known to the rest of the continent as the Dracair. Instead he found a creature that looked an awful lot like any other human. That was as much as his small brain was able to process before the hairs on his body stood up and the world was filled with light and pain.
Ashur was getting up onto his knees when the lightning arced out of Nim's hands and struck the beast full in the chest. He closed his eyes from the sudden brightness of the bolt, but not quickly enough. Spots were everywhere on the inside of his eyelids, and when he opened his eyes again the spots were all he could see.
Nim walked up to the downed creature and pulled back his hood revealing his face to the beast.
The beast looked up into the face of deaths messenger. He looked into the eyes of this man and realized why he had smelled serpentine. “Why you kill Granik, you Dragon-man, Dracair? yes? We hate humans.”
Nim looked into the face of the beast and nodded solemnly . “Yes, I am the bastard son of a Dracairei, but I am nothing like you.” With that he slit the throat of the creature, granting him a quick death, a courtesy that was not afforded to the beasts victims earlier this night.
Chapter 3
The Life of a Thief
Year 3043 AGD
The Day of New Beginnings
Continent of Terroval
City of Safeharbor
Docks district
The Serpents Dagger
Second Floor
Walkins had told Victor that he would teach him everything he needed to know to survive on the streets, and he had kept that promise. The old man taught him how to use his dagger for more things than just fighting, and he could now open many locks with ease without relying on his skills as a Shaper. The last year had been tough, but Victor had persevered. Victor had also realized that many of the things that Shaylyn had taught him could be utilized in his new profession. The most important of which was the ability to pay attention and think things through. He had also realized how many things Shaylyn had neglected to teach him, things that he knew she never wanted him to know. Those prior and new lessons were allowing him to become quite the thief however, and he knew he would become even better as time went by.
“Superbly done Victor, I can sell this for quite a bit of money.” Walkins held up a necklace encrusted with pearls and diamonds in a web pattern that any lady of wealth would love to wear. The old man had had quit trying to trick Victor into stealing things from “bad men” or “rich fools who don't care about you.” He still used that method with most of the boys, but Victor
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