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The Last Shot: Terreagles
The Last Shot: Terreagles
The Last Shot: Terreagles
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The Last Shot: Terreagles

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Thalia Sunborn is a professional assassin from the Eastern Isles. In this short story, we see one of the hardest decisions she's ever made. This moment will color her relationship with the Assassins Guild for the rest of her career and leads to the shocking events in Nets to Catch the Wind.

Watch for other stories and novels in the Terreagles series.

LanguageEnglish
Release dateJan 30, 2018
ISBN9781386273219
The Last Shot: Terreagles
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Laurie Stewart

If you enjoyed this story, please check out other stories by Laurie Stewart. Shifting Shards- Eighth Ripple Press; On This Day We Maen be Seen, an urban fantasy novella 30 at 30- Ottawa Independent Writers 30th Anniversary anthology; The Soul Eggs, a fairy-tale horror short Steamy Cogs- Eighth Ripple Press, La Contessa; a Steampunk romantic mystery Soon to be released: A Ring of Earth, a Terreagles Novel Nets to Catch the Wind, a Terreagles Novel A Scream in the Night, a Bean Sidhe novel Or follow her on Facebook at Laurie Stewart; writer, filmmaker, painter You can also check out her authors page at Smashwords

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    The Last Shot - Laurie Stewart

    DUNNABEG, a seaport in Terreagles

    Thalia strode into the dingy bar like a sunbeam in the dead of night. Her straight hair flicked as she moved, the red-gold of flame. Her eyes, amber and tilted at the corners, looked like she’d seen too much.

    The room went still, the silence sweeping from the open door to the Kashabo tables at the back. Everyone stared, she did not belong here.

    The pub was dimly lit, like it was trying to hide the dirt in the corners, the uneven legs on the tables, and the smoke-filmed windows and mirrors. The people matched it; dark clothing, a little ratty and torn, darker glowers of distrust, and sideways glances.

    The bar covered one short end of the room, stained and gouged wood matched the frame of the huge mirror with the silver flaking off in the corners. There were

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