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Broga spun from the Gaunt’s strike, landing in a heap at the edge of the forest. With the animal’s focus seemingly fixed on the ranger, I made my move.
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Continue reading →: Shane’s Law #5
“I won’t tell you nothin’, Marshal, and it wouldn’t matter even if I did. Black Hawk’s already got his sights set on you after last night.”
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Continue reading →: Ivar the Slayer #7
In the distance, only a few meters from our campsite, a pale skeletal form condensed itself and trotted into view. Its eyes were white.
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Continue reading →: Shane’s Law #4
With the side of my balled fist, I rapped against the metal bars and called out, “Hey there, Sleeping Beauty! It’s time to wake up and start singing.”
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Continue reading →: Ivar the Slayer #6
The next morning, I saddled up Keo and repacked my supplies for the journey South. Before I set out, however, a rangy young man dressed in a forest green jerkin and pants approached to have a word with me.
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Continue reading →: Shane’s Law #3
In the morning, I met with Sheriff Hayes in his office. He presented me with my next assignment in the form of a yellowed poster depicting an ugly, disheveled man’s face, and the epithet “WANTED!” printed in block letters above.
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Continue reading →: Ivar the Slayer #5
It took several days’ hiking back through the Veiled Mountains and down to the Tempest Hills with the child riding on Keo’s back while I navigated with rein in hand, and a watchful eye.
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Continue reading →: Shane’s Law #2
Before I made my way to the hotel, I stopped by the town doctor’s office to get a look at my new bleeding shiner.
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Continue reading →: Ivar the Slayer #4
Though caught by surprise, I was fast enough with my sword to inflict a bit of damage as her talons raked across my arm. Whipping my sword around, I was able to parry the next attack and get in an additional swipe.
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Continue reading →: Shane’s Law #1
A solid punch to the jaw from a man twice your weight can be enough to make you reconsider your profession.