Aveline

By Lizzy Ford

Book 1, Lost Vegas Series. In post-apocalyptic America, five hundred years in the future, famine, war, and chaos have created a hell on earth. Outside the isolated city of Lost Vegas, violent skirmishes among the Native Americans – who have retaken their ancestral lands – claim lives by day, while ancient predators awakened during the Age of Darkness hunt humans by night. Inside the city, criminals, the impoverished, and the deformed are burned at the stake weekly.

Among those ruthless enough to survive is seventeen-year-old Aveline, a street rat skilled in fighting whose father runs the criminal underworld. On the night of her father’s unexpected death, a stranger offers to pay off her father’s debts, if she agrees to become the guardian of Tiana Hanover, the daughter of the most powerful man in Lost Vegas. Caught between her father’s debtors and his enemies, Aveline reluctantly accepts.

Expecting a pampered princess, Aveline soon discovers sheltered, sweet Tiana is little more than a slave – and harboring a secret the wealthy Hanover’s will kill to keep. Little does she know that her fate, and Tiana’s, have been bound since long before they met.

Will Aveline’s street smarts be enough to keep them both alive?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lizzy Ford
• Release date: Sep 19, 2016
• ISBN: 9781623782726

Lizzy Ford

I breathe stories. I dream them. If it were possible, I'd eat them, too. (I'm pretty sure they'd taste like cotton candy.) I can't escape them - they're everywhere! Which is why I write! I was born to bring the crazy worlds and people in my mind to life, and I love sharing them with as many people as I can.I'm also the bestselling, award winning, internationally acclaimed author of over sixty ... eighty ... ninety titles and counting. I write speculative fiction in multiple subgenres of romance and fantasy, contemporary fiction, books for both teens and adults, and just about anything else I feel like writing. If I can imagine it, I can write it!I live in the desert of southern Arizona with two dogs and two cats!My books can be found in every major ereader library, to include: Amazon, Barnes and Noble, iBooks, Kobo, Sony and Smashwords.

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Chapter One

The corpse on the makeshift dais at the center of the two-room cabin was still warm when the dreaded knock resounded off the walls.

Not yet, Aveline thought. I’m not ready.

She gripped her father’s lifeless hand. His scarred features were serene, as if he had found the peace in the afterlife he never experienced in the ruthless criminal underworld of Lost Vegas. She studied his aquiline nose, silvery hair and pale features. Death did little to lessen his commanding presence, and for a moment, she was unable to accept the demise her own eyes had witnessed.

They had both believed he would die in a fight or in the prisons of the Shield, the police overseeing the inner and outer cities making up Lost Vegas. His illness caught them both by surprise, and his unexpected death left her feeling as if her entire world had been swept away by nothing greater than a sneeze. It did not seem possible for a child to die from a minor illness, let alone someone as strong as her father.

Would he wake up, once this stage of his illness was over?

She felt for his pulse, already knowing it would not be present but desperately wishing she had been wrong the previous dozen times she checked it.

The knock came again, this time harder, and dashed her hope. Many people were waiting for her father to pass. One of them must have paid a clairvoyant to know the exact time, for Aveline had not left her father’s side in a week or spoken of his condition to anyone. The men at the door had come as much for her as for her father’s body.

At seventeen, a half-breed with no family would not last long in the city that readily devoured the lost, friendless, or weak. Her father was gone, and her survival depended upon her accepting this and moving on, before she followed in his footsteps. She could almost hear her father lecturing her to be practical, logical, to think of her own life now that his was over.

But I don’t want to leave him.

Aveline reached for the knife at her waist and glanced over her shoulder to ensure the door remained locked. Either she stayed and faced those sent to enslave her, or she fled and left her father’s body exposed to those same people. Fresh organs sold for the same price as a newly orphaned teen in the city. They’d strip his clothing and hack apart his body and then destroy her home in the search for valuables.

The thought of anyone dishonoring him stoked her anger, and she yearned to disregard her father’s insistence she always control the hereditary curse she bore, the part of her touched by the devil. In a moment such as this, she wanted to let the devil’s wrath free upon anyone who drew near her father’s body.

Avi! Come on! The urgent hiss came from the direction of the crawlspace leading under the back wall of the cabin and into an alley. The black-haired head of her closest friend, Rockford – known as Rocky – poked out of the crawlspace, and his dark eyes settled on her.

Her fury fizzled, and the devil’s hunger for blood loosened its grip on her. Aveline’s mouth went dry. Her heart pounded loudly enough to fill her ears. Part of her understood Rocky’s urgency, but moving did not seem possible when she realized she would never return here, never see her father again. This was their last time together, and the infuriating knocking was ruining it. The door bucked beneath the fists of the fate awaiting her, if she did not flee.

Avi! Rocky insisted.

Wiping warm tears from her cheeks, Aveline sucked in one last breath laced with her father’s familiar scent then leapt to her feet. She hurried to the lopsided dresser where they stored their weapons and yanked open the bottom drawer. Her father had drilled into her the importance of never allowing their only possession of value to fall into the hands of anyone outside their family. More than once, he had shown her the envelope in the drawer and reminded her how dangerous his position was, and how likely it was that she would one day need to protect his treasure.

Those coming to dismember her father would take his body, but not his only treasure. The small gesture was all she could think to do to honor him before he was lost to her forever.

Shoving the envelope into her pocket, she dropped to her knees in front of the crawlspace and shimmied beneath it just as the front door splintered under the blow of an axe.

Waiting for her, Rocky reached in and hauled her out of the hole into an alley reeking of rotting refuse and human waste.

There are ten of them, including the Shield and Miguel’s men, he whispered to her. They were arguing over who decides what goes to who. Hopefully it will be enough to distract them, so we can run.

Aveline barely heard his words. Rocky’s eyes darted up and down the alley, aware whereas she was numb. The sting of winter nibbled on her ears, fingers and nose, and she shivered reflexively. Her breath floated over their heads in tiny puffs towards the night sky, away from the alley, from the damned city. Was her father up there somewhere, looking down upon her?

What remained of the thick wall that used to surround the city formed one side of her father’s cabin, which was the last dwelling in a line of shacks and cabins. With the crumbling wall to one side, the intruders on another, and the cabin on a third, there was only one direction for them to run: across a wide road and into the city’s criminal underbelly.

Her focus, however, was not on escaping but on the sky. The stars and moon were hidden behind the puffy gray clouds which covered the skies for the greater part of three months every winter. Was her father able to see her through the clouds? Was he finally free of the devil’s curse? Of the hunger for blood and death?

The sound of people ransacking her home made her wince. If she let herself envision them ripping his body apart, she would lead the second greatest massacre the city had ever known.

Rocky was at the corner of the cabin, peering around to the front. Those who came for her father’s body and possessions held torches that sent shadows dancing across the dark features of her best friend. Six inside, four outside. Now’s our chance, he whispered.

I don’t want to leave him, she said. Tears further blurred her surroundings.

Rocky approached her and gripped her arms. You remember what you told me when my Papaw died? he asked.

Aveline swallowed hard and nodded. Crying is a weakness.

That, too, Rocky said with a tight smile. You told me your mother’s people believe the dead return to where we all came from, and they’re happy spirits again. This, he motioned to their surroundings, is probably hell.

I don’t think I said that, she said, a small smile tugging up one corner of her mouth despite her tumultuous emotions.

You said the first part. I’m declaring this hell, he answered. "Your father is happy and he wants you not to be caught by those bastards. You deserve a chance to start a new life. It won’t happen if we stay here."

Less than two years older than she was, Aveline often wondered how Rocky had become so wise. She suspected it had something to do with the scars running down the side of his body, from the tip of his scalp to his toes, stemming from his run in with the Shield last year.

Maybe we should let them catch us, so I’ll match, Rocky added and motioned to the side of his face without scarring.

Burn you, Rock, Aveline replied, though she appreciated his attempt to lighten her mood. She shook off his hand and then rolled her shoulders back. I’m ready.

Energized by the cold, she became more cognizant of their danger as her emotion was pushed back in favor of surviving the next hour. Rocky was right. She could mourn her father later. For now, she needed to hide. It was not possible to guess how many of her father’s enemies would seek her out. As the former head of the Assassin Guild, he had collected enemies for twenty years and was wanted by the Shield and city leadership for thousands of deaths. Trained by him secretly, possessing the feared curse, she would be hunted by hundreds, if not thousands.

She hoped some of the Guild members would remain loyal to her father long enough to help her apply to the Guild’s council for permission to complete the final trial required for her to become a full-fledged assassin. Her plan had been to one day lead the Guild as her father had. As an assassin-in-training whose sponsor was now dead, she would have to appeal to the new leadership for consideration, alongside hundreds of other applicants eager to join the elite, discreet organization.

This morning, she had confidence in her father’s recovery and her fate. Standing outside her home, without her father to guide her, she no longer knew where she belonged.

Almost time, Rocky said. He lowered the assassin mask over his head.

At least I have one friend, she thought.

Despite his warm eyes and ready humor, Rocky was second in lethality only to Aveline’s father and one of his favorite students. Her friend carried a bone machete and wore his full Guild blacks, the coal-hued uniform of the assassin. She envied him for his position as a newly sworn in member of the exclusive Guild. She had become an outsider the second her father died.

Rocky peeked around the corner of the cabin once more then motioned for her to follow.

Aveline shifted to the balls of her feet, ready to sprint when he did. She watched him calculate the movement of others she was unable to see from her position. With a quick nod, he focused on their destination – crossing the wide road on the other side of the men – and then ran.

She sprinted after him. Small and agile, Aveline caught up to him quickly. No sooner had they reached the point where they were fully exposed to their pursuers than a shout came from the direction of the cabin.

Aveline risked a look over her shoulder and almost tripped. The door to her home was open. Her father’s body had been dragged off the dais she built and was in the process of being dismembered.

She stopped, unable to take her eyes off his form.

Avi! Rocky shouted from across the street. Happy spirits, remember?

It was her mother’s belief, not her father’s, though her father had been diligent about teaching her about the woman who died in childbirth. Would it matter if he had not believed in spirits? Would he still become one, if he were touched by the devil, as she was?

As if to reassure her, the clouds above thinned until the moon spilled silvery light around her feet. She glanced up.

Happy spirits, Aveline repeated, wanting to believe the rare sighting of the moon in winter to be a sign from either her father or mother.

With dread heavy in her stomach, Aveline turned and ran, joining Rocky on the other side of the street. The heavy footsteps of pursuers sent both of them bolting for the relative protection of the shadows.

They plunged into the dark alleys making up the inner city of Lost Vegas and filled with criminals, the poor, orphaned, and anyone else who did not fit neatly into the strict social castes of those privileged few who dwelt in the outer city.

We’ll lose them in the markets! Rocky told her.

She nodded. It normally did not take more than five minutes to shake any kind of pursuer, and evading the Shield members was a skill every child on the street had learned by the time he or she turned five.

Aveline and Rocky leapt over obstacles, slid around corners, ducked through closed merchant shops, and doubled back periodically to confuse their pursuers with the innate familiarity of their surroundings only those raised in the streets possessed. Past a statue of the Lost Vegas Founder and the Wynn monument, into the narrow maze making up the oldest of the city’s markets, through the brothel and neighboring slave districts, and around the heavily guarded central water and food storage buildings. Navigating the familiar footpaths and landmarks was second nature to them both.

By the occasional change in Rocky’s speed and the increasingly erratic route, he sensed what she did. Someone had managed to track them long past the markets. Her heightened instincts picked up the periodic brush of cloth, the scrape of soft soles against stone and the pungent scent of the polish used solely on metal and iron weapons, which were reserved for the upper castes, their elite protectors, and decorated members of the Shield. Even if assassins did not prefer bone and stone weapons, the Guild built around discretion and secrecy would have avoided the attention possessing steel weapons drew.

The longer Aveline and Rocky ran, the clearer it became their pursuer was having no trouble tracking them.

At long last, Rocky paused inside an abandoned dwelling in the middle of the temple ward to catch his breath.

Aveline stopped beside him. They listened, panting in the darkness. The sense of being followed did not abate and yet, no one charged through the door to confront them, either.

This isn’t right, Rocky said quietly. No one from the outer city could’ve followed us. We learned these routes from your father himself.

She silently agreed. Her father had been the city’s most wanted for twenty years. No one had been able to find him, once he entered the maze of streets, alleys, and paths making up the inner city. At one point, the Shield had ordered a manhunt with no less than five hundred foot soldiers and still her father escaped and returned home by dinner.

How were they being tracked? More importantly, which one of them was being followed? Rocky, because of his forbidden profession as an assassin, or Aveline, the daughter of a wanted criminal? And why did either of them rate this persistent level of attention?

There’s more than one, Rocky said and held his breath.

She did the same, listening.

Voices came from two directions. Unable to make out their words, Aveline could estimate how far they were. The two search parties were no more than a hundred feet away – and closing in on the abandoned building where she stood.

Maybe they have the help of Ghouls, Rocky said.

"Maybe they are Ghouls," she growled in frustration.

My mother used to say you could hear them scream from ten miles away and devour a horse in -

I’m not in the mood for stupid fables meant to frighten children, Aveline interrupted. It was the worst night of her life, and she was being given no chance to mourn before her world fell spectacularly apart. She never asked the Great Spirit or people around her or the city for much of anything, but she needed a small break this night. We need to split up.

Rocky hesitated before agreeing. Meet at Guild Main at dawn?

Yes. If something happens …

… we always come back for one another, he finished their friendship motto. Raised on the streets, their survival had been a matter of working together from the time they met, when she was five and he seven.

Stay alert. I’ll see you at dawn, Aveline said and stepped outside the building. Listening once more, she decided to go left, towards the center of the city.

Aveline deftly wove through forgotten