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The reavers burst into the cottage, moving fast. A little girl squealed and fled, even before the foremost of the raiders could backhand her or kick her out of the way. It was a small hovel; the reavers were in the lone bedchamber in a trice, swords to the throat#epic fantasy— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) June 10, 2018
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…of the big man in the bed.
“Where is it, Dread Durlag?” one snarled. “Yield it, or die!”
“Not so deadly without it, are ye?” another taunted.
“Aye,” a third joined in. “Give us the Flying Blade…AND die!”
Their laughter was loud and cruel.#epic fantasy— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) June 10, 2018
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It ended in gurgling chaos as reaver after reaver clutched at a slit throat, reeled, and fell. They were down to but three ere they espied the source of their deaths: the little girl, wielding the Flying Blade as her eyes blazed in rage.
They gaped.#epic fantasy— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) June 10, 2018
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“The Flying Blade in the hands of a LITTLE GIRL?”
The little girl smiled as coldly as any winter wolf.
“I am the Dread Durlag,” she told them. “At your service.”
But by then the last one was falling. There was no one left for her to serve.#epic fantasy— Ed Greenwood (@TheEdVerse) June 10, 2018