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Scimitar War

Camilla started at the sound of her name, but didn’t turn around. She kept her eye on the silver glint moving slowly underwater toward the center of the bay. It might have been a large tarpon, the moonlight shining off of its silver scales…but it wasn’t. She watched until it finally sunk out of s...

Scimitar War by Chris A. Jackson
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Weapon of Blood

“No…”  He stared at the bundle, his mind reeling.  “No, it can’t be…” Guilt surged through him.  Why didn’t we go?  Just leave, run away.  The answer seemed ridiculous.  Loyalty?  To Mya?   He lurched forward. “Who?” “One of them.”  Tika’s voice was strange, as if he was about to be sick. “Wiggen...

Weapon of Blood by Chris A. Jackson
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Scimitar Sun

Chula’s booming voice and the pounding on the door brought Camilla out of bed as if it was on fire. The first light of dawn barely seeped through the drapes, and she shook her head to clear the last traces of sleep, wondering if the noise had been a dream. “Miss Camilla, wake up! Dere’s a bloody ...

Scimitar Sun by Chris A. Jackson
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Scimitar's Heir

Ghelfan sipped his wine and tapped the much-expanded map they had created. It covered the table of the main mess aboard Peggy’s Dream three pages deep, beautifully rendered in the shipwright’s elegant hand. Many levels had yet to be charted, but their goal, the Chamber of Life, was somewhere near...

Scimitar's Heir by Chris A. Jackson
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Weapon of Flesh

the poor man said, obviously shaken.  “We were all on watch, three of us on the outside of the carriage and Mori inside, sittin’ right across from the Viscount.  One second we were rumblin’ along Wyvern Street, then we rounded the corner onto East Run, and out of nowhere this thin shape comes lea...

Weapon of Flesh by Chris A. Jackson
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Weapon of Fear

Mya suppressed the urge to whirl and lash out.  Even when she knew he was going to show up, she hadn’t heard the gnome’s approach.  She turned casually and put the little jade carving of a duck back on the shelf.  “I’ve been waiting for ten minutes.  How could I be late?” The gnome squinted up at...

Weapon of Fear by Chris A. Jackson

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