Demon of the Sands: The 13th Advocate, #2
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Who is the 13th Advocate?
Karsten was once a violent man at the end of a violent career with no greater ambition than a quiet retirement and maybe a woman to keep him warm. But a gamble over a bottle of beer cost him that dream and sealed him to a bewildering fate: as a reluctant and curmudgeonly champion of the people.
Irritable, argumentative, and with powers beyond imagining (though he's still not sure how to use them) Karsten now travels the back roads of a decaying empire, bringing his own brand of justice to both the high and the low. And getting grief at every turn from the llama who carries his gear.
In this stand-alone episode:
Hunted by a creature from dark desert nightmares, Karsten and Babette flee to the port city of Pryloon to seek shelter in its teeming crowds—or more specifically, in the bed of an old friend. Their only chance is to find the mage who controls the creature before it finds them.
And hopefully, without upsetting their host, who knows nothing of the trouble they've brought to her door.
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Demon of the Sands - Jefferson Smith
Demon of the Sands
Copyright © Jefferson Smith 2016
Written by Jefferson Smith
Edited by Fleur Macqueen
Cover by Jefferson Smith
Published by Creativity Hacker Press (creativityhacker.ca)
All rights reserved. Neither this book nor any portion thereof may be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in book reviews
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ISBN (EPUB): 978-1-988706-00-9
ISBN (Kindle): 978-1-988706-01-6
To those who have never felt hunted, harried, pursued.
You have never faced your gaunt.
May the Sands bless your continued ignorance.
The life of a bounty hunter is a hard one, and for most, a short one as well. In each lies a proud heart that beats loudly with the song of his abilitiies: I am stronger than my foes, more cunning, more ruthless. Every man believes his song, and every one of them is true.
For a time.
But with every passing year, such music rings more loudly with the glamors of the past and less with the truths of the present. Eventually these seekers of adventure, born to the sword and hardened to conflict, are betrayed by the very blood in their veins. Seduced into overstretching their days on the fields of glory, until at last their music is stilled by a younger heart beating a truer song. This is the fate that awaits all those who would dance at the edges of law.
Or at least, it waits for most.
For the one called Karsten, some would say a darker end came calling, springing upon him from the dregs of a bottle. Now, under covenant to an ancient power, he walks both the High Ways and the Low, bringing grim justice to the darkest corners of a corrupt and bloated Empire.
In the name of the Emperors of old, he is: The 13th Advocate.
Demon of the Sands
"Water!"
Instinctively, Karsten rolled away, even before he was able to pry his eyes open. When he did, it was in time to see four skeletal fingers, slender like needles, plunging together into the meat of his shoulder where only a moment earlier his face had been. The bounty hunter let out a gasp—so cold!—as he fumbled in the darkness for his blades, but the blanket was tangled about him and his fingers found nothing but cloth.
The voice, as dry as desert sand, rasped again in his ear, "Water! Unable to escape, Karsten reversed his roll, twisting himself back toward his attacker, but every movement was sluggish, as though he’d been sleeping in blankets of tar instead of wool. He caught a glimpse of withered features above him, fleeting in the moonlight, but it was enough, and he called out a warning to the darkened camp—
Gaunt!"—but there was no answer.
Where was Babette? Why hadn’t she given warning? Even as he wondered the question, the creature yanked him cruelly by his shoulder, tearing all other concerns away as a spear of icy cold lashed him down to his very bones. Karsten reared back in an arch, driving his unshod heels into the sand beneath him, trying to heave the creature away. He needed distance if he was going to fight the damned thing, but his feet could find no purchase in the soft sand and he flopped uselessly onto his back, no distance gained. The gaunt—a creature out of horror tales from the Venkathi wastes—pressed its advantage, drawing its second brace of sharpened fingers together above Karsten’s face.
With his heart hammering and his anger now at full blaze, Karsten strained back, stretching his face away from those raking claws. He gave a savage yank and managed to pull one hand free of his bedclothes, bringing it up in time to grab at the creature’s descending wrist, but it was all he could do to keep those white splinters of bone from plunging into his eye. How could something dead be so strong? He’d always thought the legends exaggerated. And where the hell was Babette?
"Water!" the creature wheezed again, its voice hollow and dry. The fetor of ancient, rotting skin hung in the air, filling Karsten’s nostrils with the must of the tomb as the mage-spawned nightmare strained above him. If he could only get free of these damned blankets!
But he might as well have wished for the sun. With one arm frozen immobile and the other pressed in close where it had no leverage, the fabled strength of the gaunt slowly won out, and those dazzling needles of bone bore steadily down, inching closer and closer to the succulent juiciness of the old man’s eye.
Babette!
Karsten called, a tremor now edging into his voice, but the night around him was silent, save for the creaking of the creature’s taut and dessicated flesh and the thunder of his own heart. Babette did not come and did not come. Desperation mounted within him as he felt the last strains of his resistance giving way. At the last, he could only watch in horror as those needle-fingers plunged downwa—
Saltspawn!
Karsten bolted upright in bed. The sting of sweat burned his eyes, and his shoulder ached as though the embers of a banked fire smoldered beneath his skin. The ache was worse tonight than it had ever been and he rubbed at it irritably with his free hand.
The attack again?
Karsten felt the blankets shift beside him and a cool hand settled on his shoulder. Here, let me rub that for you.
Then a laugh. Unless you’d like me to rub elsewhere?
There was a perpetual twinkle to the woman’s voice that he normally found agreeable. At the moment however, he was in no mood for twinkle.
Something’s wrong,
he said. Babette didn’t come.
He threw back the bedding and sat up, letting the cool night air dry the sweat from his naked body.
She comes to you often in your dreams, does she? Should I be jealous?
Trust a woman to see sex in everything. "In that dream she does, he grumbled.
It was Babette who drove…my attacker away that first night in the desert, and