Wind of Destruction

By Joshua Spotts

The assassin turns on his secretive Order after discovering they ordered him to kill his own father. Unfortunately, he kills his father anyway and this drives him mad. With all his power the assassin seeks retribution from his former brethren. He hunts every last one of them down, conquering anything in his path, including fear. He stops at nothing until he exacts final vengeance for his own murderous act. Despite his vast amount of power he has one problem; after his vengeance is complete he has nothing.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Joshua Spotts
• Release date: Dec 18, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465857491

Joshua Spotts

I am a young writer working hard to achieve my dream of being a novelist. I live in Albion, Mi, a little city along I-94, what I like to call the "belt of the glove." I currently study Professional Writing under the wise teachings of Dr. Dennis Hensley at Taylor University. I write short stories, which can be found on my blog, and a poem or two on occasion. I am currently editing the final draft of my novel The Masterless Apprentice. I am a freelance writer as well. Indeed, I am a professional writer! Sincerely, Joshua A. Spotts

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Wind of Destruction

Joshua A. Spotts

Published by Joshua A. Spotts

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Copyright 2011 Joshua A. Spotts

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Table of Contents

Cover

Prologue

Unknown Fate

Returning

Quest of Doom

A Haunted and Hollow Soul

Prologue

I will slay them all before I die. I stared at the body on that bloodied bed. I had been ordered to assassinate this man for no reason.

I remember that day…the day that turned me against those who were all I knew, against the life that was all I knew, a life of fighting. I knew there was a peace in the world, somewhere. But before I could find that peace I had to quell the fire of rage inside me. This thing, this feeling, could only cease if those who had ordered me to this vile deed were dead! The blood is on their hands and I am pure. I am pure, Oh tormenter! All of them will die. Death shall find them no matter what. Death shall wipe her cold hands on their faces as they scream for mercy. Death shall kiss them with her cold, flesh-rotting kisses. They shall suffer and Death shall be their mistress. Moreover, I shall be Death’s agent, bringing her to them.

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Unknown Fate

I started that day like any other, a simple meal to break the night’s fast, a run around the walls of our compound, then a brief spar before noon meal. Every morning we ran in a perfect line. We ran from parapet to parapet. We were used to it. I realize now, after many years, that I was numbed against the reality of companionship and love. I didn’t care what happened to those who were killed. I only knew that I didn’t want to die, I feared Death. I was haunted by her cold kisses should she come to me. This is what drove me to be better. We were taught revenge, hate, and how to cheat the conscience. I was later to take my revenge, poor fools! I hated them.

Revenge, it’s such a terrible word. The act leaves a lasting impression on the mind,