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Today I'm offering snippets from my newest release The Ivory Road: A Walk in the Sand, an action/adventure sci-fi/fantasy with romantic elements, and Book 1 in the The Ivory Road serial. The Knalish army has caught up with them and Iliana is facing her first real opponent with a sword. If you'd like to read the snippet before this, click HERE.
I might not be a master, but I’ll be damned before I let him walk all over me.
Her opponent seemed to be laughing at her through a furious bout of blade work. At the last moment, he easily batted her sword aside and she knew she stood too exposed. In a last ditch effort to avoid being skewered, she kicked him directly in the balls. It caught him by surprise and he dropped with a grunt. Unfortunately, it overbalanced her and she fell into the sand on her back, but rolled again before he attacked her while down.
The man had regained his feet as well, but he stood doubled-over, swaying. Just stay down, dammit. She didn’t want to kill him, just make him leave her alone. He jerked out a tiny knife and pulled his arm back, his dark eyes focused on her chest. She froze, not sure what to do.
Before she could decide, a sharp twang ricocheted through the air and a crossbow bolt sprouted through the front of his jacket. The knife dropped from his relaxing fingers as he crumpled into the sand.
“Oh, my god.”
More motion caught her eyes and Brandon finished off another assailant before breaking into a run toward Ahmad with the horses. The mounted man still held the crossbow at the ready. Adrenaline pumped through her veins, but she couldn’t make her mind work. Aristotle...dead guy…army. None of the words made sense.
Brandon launched at his bay horse as Iliana broke into a lumbering run, her mind still trying to process the image of the man dying in front of her. She didn’t look back, but the scene replayed no matter how she tried to get past it.
“Come on, Iliana!” Brandon waved sharply, his face tight with fear.
She nodded dumbly and scrambled up on Aristotle. The horse shifted into a trot as soon as she settled into the saddle. She almost bounced back off, but she tangled her fingers in his mane and held on.
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