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Authors: Jonathan Moeller
Tags: Historical, Literature & Fiction, Fantasy, Horror, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Genre Fiction, dark fantasy, 90 Minutes (44-64 Pages), Myths & Legends, Greek & Roman
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Brotherhood,” said the Collector, “they’re buying slaves right and left.” His words tumbled out in a terrified rush. “It…it ought to flood the market, but the prices keep going up and up. I’ve never seen anything like it. It…it wasn’t personal, I just need the money…”
She looked into his eyes and saw the fear there. And for some reason she remembered the final words of Horemb the scribe before he passed to the next world, the words he had claimed would one day aid her.
“The star is the key to the crystal,” she said. “Do you know what that means?”
“I…I don’t know, I swear,” said the Collector. “A poem? I don’t know. Let me go. I’ll do whatever you want. What do you want?”
The question cut into her like a knife.
She remembered Corvalis, remembered his strong arms around her. His dark wit, and the way his green eyes flashed when he found something funny. The aplomb with which he had masqueraded as Anton Kularus, merchant of coffee. His mouth against hers, his body against hers…
She did not know what might have passed over her expression, but dread flooded the Collector’s face.
“I want Corvalis back,” she told him, “but I will settle for one less slave trader in the world.”
He started to scream, but her dagger cut the cry short.
Caina cleaned her weapons and her hands and stepped over the mess to the door. Whoever found the dead Collectors would likely assume they had fallen to fighting and accidentally knocked over the sacks. So long as Caina departed quickly, she need not worry about vengeance from the Brotherhood or the dead men’s families.
Odd, that. She had just killed four men…and she felt nothing at all. Once she would have felt guilty over it. But now, it seemed, she felt nothing but grief.
And rage.
Still, the Collectors had deserved it. How many innocent men and women and children had they sold into slavery?
Again Caina felt the overwhelming sense of futility, but shoved it aside with some effort.
She left the warehouse, made sure she was unobserved, and set off for the Cyrican Quarter and the House of Agabyzus.
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She looked into his eyes and saw the fear there. And for some reason she remembered the final words of Horemb the scribe before he passed to the next world, the words he had claimed would one day aid her.
“The star is the key to the crystal,” she said. “Do you know what that means?”
“I…I don’t know, I swear,” said the Collector. “A poem? I don’t know. Let me go. I’ll do whatever you want. What do you want?”
The question cut into her like a knife.
She remembered Corvalis, remembered his strong arms around her. His dark wit, and the way his green eyes flashed when he found something funny. The aplomb with which he had masqueraded as Anton Kularus, merchant of coffee. His mouth against hers, his body against hers…
She did not know what might have passed over her expression, but dread flooded the Collector’s face.
“I want Corvalis back,” she told him, “but I will settle for one less slave trader in the world.”
He started to scream, but her dagger cut the cry short.
Caina cleaned her weapons and her hands and stepped over the mess to the door. Whoever found the dead Collectors would likely assume they had fallen to fighting and accidentally knocked over the sacks. So long as Caina departed quickly, she need not worry about vengeance from the Brotherhood or the dead men’s families.
Odd, that. She had just killed four men…and she felt nothing at all. Once she would have felt guilty over it. But now, it seemed, she felt nothing but grief.
And rage.
Still, the Collectors had deserved it. How many innocent men and women and children had they sold into slavery?
Again Caina felt the overwhelming sense of futility, but shoved it aside with some effort.
She left the warehouse, made sure she was unobserved, and set off for the Cyrican Quarter and the House of Agabyzus.
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