Scion of Dragonclaw — Lucas Thorn

Ninth in an ongoing Heroic Fantasy series, 'Scion of Dragonclaw' promises violent action, oddball mages, and a foul-mouthed wisecracking heroine tougher than a hardboiled egg. Following in the footsteps of Conan, Drizzt, the Gray Mouser, Elric, Druss, and many more heroes of Sword and Sorcery, the elf called Nysta will carve her own epic path.

And that path will be bloody.

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She killed like a monster, he thought. A cruel one. Tore into flesh with reckless abandon. Hints of some training, but mostly berserk. He'd seen men fight like her before. Most burned out young. Those who survived were scarred creatures whose eyes regarded the world as a feast to be consumed. More beast than human.
They had no friends.
No family.
Trusted only their weapons and their skills.
He watched her chop into Figjam's head. Used her heavy knife like an axe. He could hear the skull split open.
Winced at the sound.
Wanted to turn and run, but he wasn't stupid.
Knew enough about elfs to know they had sinister ears. Eyes which could pierce the dark. And could also smell an ant fart, is what his sergeant had told him.
So, he stayed where he was.
Breathing real slow.
And trying not to fart.

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Her knives know no mercy...

Nysta has been given her first assignment by the Order of the Iron Day. Complete it, and she's been promised more gold than she can carry. Fail, and gold won't mean a thing in the Shadowed Halls.

It was meant to be easy. Hideg had it all planned out.

But with a vengeful gang hot on her trail and a new troop of guards between her and her targets, there'd only be one way this was going to end.

In blood.

Lots of it.