Grail

By Shawn Hendricks

Drale is a rotting corpse - but a corpse with feelings. Without hope of living, he means to exact vengeance upon his nemesis - the elf who arranged his execution. Time is running out.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Shawn Hendricks
• Release date: Nov 8, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310315534

Shawn Hendricks

Shawn sat down and wrote Deployment Kosovo for people who are curious to hear about Kosovo from an American viewpoint. There wasn't a book to teach Shawn much about Kosovo so he learned mostly on his own. Besides, writing a book gives his daughter something to improve upon and it was something he needed to accomplish.Widower is a suspenseful romance. Have a look at the sample and buy it if you like.FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS ENCOURAGED! You are helping him write a better book next time. .Shawn Daniel Hendricks is the son of a retired Army Chief Warrant Officer, and spent his childhood moving from place to place. He lived for three years in Germany two separate times, in Alabama, Mississippi, Washington State, New Jersey, and Maine. Shawn graduated from Buena High School in Sierra Vista, Arizona before college. He dropped out after a year and joined the Navy, where Petty Officer Hendricks served for six years. Returning to civilian life, Shawn came once more to Arizona for a few years before relocating to Pennsylvania, and after that, to Maryland. He has deployed to Germany, Kosovo, and Kuwait. Shawn earned his bachelor's degree from Excelsior College in 2010.Shawn is an enthusiastic collector of fantasy and science fiction art. He cooks a lot, reads a lot, and takes lots of photos. Shawn took up amateur drone piloting. He has splashed only one quad helicopter into the Potomac River. The drone was recovered intact and functioned properly after a good drying out and was soon thereafter lost during maneuvers through high winds.He returned to Arizona after retiring, and spends his time doing whatever he likes, concentrating on hiking, photography or videography, and social networking.His latest manuscript is tentatively titled Marked Man, and is a contemporary fantasy centered in Tucson, Arizona.

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Grail

Shawn Daniel Hendricks

© 2014

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They call me Bast. I am a fat elf. There are few elves as fat as I anywhere, in the World or in the land of the Elves. I sit at a finely-worked desk of rosewood, imported from the World at great expense. It has massiveness, complimentary to my own ponderous bulk. No lesser desk would fit such a grand image as this grandiosely huge form.

I am drinking the finest of wines from a vessel, a trophy of sorts, made from the empty skull that once contained a human mind. It seems the bright young man murdered an elf ambassador. Alas, poor Yorick. I knew him well, Horatio.

It is my soul’s nature to be curious and contemplative, investigative and interested. This cat-killing inquisitiveness, however, should not suggest a rash nature.

Mine has been the responsibility for some deaths, both by my own hand and indirectly. Now, I sit with my journal, contemplating the acquisition of this artifact, this skull, turned to gold and reshaped by elf magic, encrusted with gems and inscribed by Riiallana, the famous old artist, commissioned surreptitiously, secretly.

A vile, chilly day initiated the series of events by which I acquired that head and skull. I shall write about that infamous occurrence.

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The headsman's axe. Drale clearly hears the inevitable flex and rub of arms as the dread headsman's blade rises, in an instant to be slammed down, through the skin, bone and spine of his own, innocent (of this crime) neck. Drale's terror nears the ultimate. A whistling swish. A silence. His bladder involuntarily releases and he begins to soil himself with the arrival of the absence of pain and spurting of blood.

Bloody hands, recently cut free of their fetters, reach into