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Six Sentence Sunday The Machaera

The Machaera
By request, I have continued immediately where we left off last week. If you haven’t read last week’s Six Sentence Sunday post, you can read it here.

Astarl stared, paralysed, while he held out his cloak. She’d heard of the Machaera, of his black reputation.
A knife sat sheathed on his belt. Her fingers brushed its hilt and the next she knew his arm was around her neck, the blade at her throat. She hung limp in his grasp, struggling to make sense of what just happened.
He was fast, though not as fast as she; rather, anticipating her move, he left himself recklessly, dangerously open to counter her.
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Six Sentence Sunday: Meet Kain

Kain
A mother shouldn’t have a favourite child… but I do. And it’s Kain. Of my fictional children, of course! Don’t get me wrong, I love Astarl, but I love Kain more. As much as you can love an insane, cold-blooded killer! Look, they both have their reasons, OK?

Kain has his own trilogy (the Nemesis Trilogy). In fact I conceived it before the Deathhawk Trilogy. But he has a cameo in Deathhawk’s Betrayal and this is Astarl’s impression on their first meeting.

The man was tall and whippet-lean, with his blond hair pulled back in a severe ponytail. The face was stony and set, all hard planes and angles, carved from rock. 
‘I am the Machaera.’ His voice was low and harsh, a man who has spent much of his life shouting, and yet at the same time hypnotically compelling. One hand unclasped his stained travel cloak and held it out to her, averting eyes cold enough to make a blizzard feel welcoming. 
Glancing down, Astarl realised she was naked.
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