It Cuts Both Ways: Billao companions, #1

By F B Dorr

Rainieri has a rep, as a duelist and as a fighter, and he knows he will die for it... some day. Preferably not now. There are some perks with it, many risks, but he doesn't do it for either.

What the didn't expect was a responsibility. Certainly not that one.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Shiruf Entertainment
• Release date: Jan 22, 2013
• ISBN: 9781497785410

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It Cuts Both Ways

Billao companions, Volume 1

F B Dorr

Published by Shiruf Entertainment, 2013.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

IT CUTS BOTH WAYS

First edition. January 22, 2013.

Copyright © 2013 F B Dorr.

ISBN: 978-1497785410

Written by F B Dorr.

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It Cuts Both Ways (Billao companions, #1)

Afterword

Sages I suggest:

He was both pumped and relaxed. He'd been there before, he liked it, enjoyed it above and beyond his goal. He hardly even needed warmup, these days. Not for this. But there was always a risk: that was where everything else came from.

His opponent was doing some impressive warmup, knife in hand. Not bad, not bad at all, but, beyond technique, he was giving him the rythm. Very few duelists could really separate a sparring rythm from the black zone, and that one wouldn't be able to. His blade was also a beauty, a heavy work of art in the shape of a hunter's knife with a bright, dark green, handle. Some sort of polished stone, likely. That thing could probably lop his head off.

His was an old layered blade, thin in every way you looked at it, worn out. At least thrice the age of both, combined. That he knew of. It had been grandpa's, some sort of deathbed gift from an old friend. It had become his, jumping over da, who hadn't seem to like it. Not that he'd been jumped over, but the knife itself, the fact that it remained in the family. Although both had lived to an old age, both grandpa and his friend had been given to nightmares. He had finally understood why , but he didn't expect to survive long enough to have that particular problem. Someday the knife would shatter, and him with it. Maybe someone would still use that steel, and the layered birch would be left to rot with his corpse. He found that strangely reassuring.

But it wouldn't be today, not against that guy. He was older than him, in his early twenties, but he didn't seem to be as