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The ground seemed to explode from under the front tire of my bike and I careened off the road. I managed to stop without falling off. When I looked back at what had happened, a monstrous creature stood there. He was about seven feet tall—maybe more—and had tusks that jutted out from his bottom jaw about six inches. He held a club in one meaty hand, though his claws made the club seem a little redundant. Short, bristly black hairs covered his body, and he suffered from a major hunchback. A mossy loincloth draped around his hips and hung down past his knees. “Can I help you with something?” I asked him, getting off my bike and shrugging out of my pack. I tried not to notice how my hands were shaking as I dropped it on the ground and searched for anything I could use as a weapon. The creature started stomping toward me. Or I guess he walked normally. It just seemed like stomping because his bulk shook the ground with every step. “You have offended my mistress. She wishes I should punish you.” His voice was gravelly and deep, like the earth he had just emerged from. I actually liked the way it sounded. I was sure it would grate on most people’s nerves, but I could hear the magic behind it, and it made the creature sound as powerful as he looked. “Ah. I see. Can you tell me who your mistress is and what I did to offend her?” I stepped away from him toward a cluster of trees. There had been a windstorm about a week ago, and a bunch of branches had broken. Instead of clearing them up, the city had simply pushed them off to the side of the road. “It is not my place to ask questions of my mistress. It is only my place to obey.” “Of course. That sounds quite reasonable. But you understand, if I don’t know what I’m being punished for, I’m liable to do it again.” One of the first lessons of krav maga was you didn’t have to participate in every fight you were invited to. The best way to win a fight was to avoid it altogether. And I wanted to avoid this one if at all possible. But the creature was still advancing toward me and there really wasn’t any place I could go without putting myself in danger by turning my back on him. I knew I could never outrun him since his legs were far longer than mine. He wasn’t leaving much choice. I found a large branch, about four feet long and thick enough that I might be able to use it to defend myself against that massive club. “That is also not my concern.” I was now within swinging distance of the creature’s weapon. I gripped my branch. Ronan only lived a bit down the road, but he would have no idea I was in trouble. And I couldn’t exactly pause to make a phone call. “Before we begin, could you tell me what this punishment is?” “I will strike you with my club five times, as my mistress directed.” “Right. Well, you know that’ll likely kill me.” The creature stared at me. “Got it. Not your concern. Well, then you should also know, I’m going to have to defend myself. To the death. Yours or mine.” What reviewers are saying: ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ This is an incredible, fantasy read. It’s an exciting and captivating story that draws you in from the very beginning and does not let up. ⭐⭐⭐⭐⭐ After rushing thru my first read I went back and reread for nuance. Get started reading today.

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