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    Farseer
    Farseer
    Farseer
    Ebook38 pages35 minutes

    Farseer

    By Griffin Asher

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    "My birth was ordinary; full of a woman's pain and blood. I didn't mean to kill her, but I was frightened and I was dying."

    Aesic Dyonn is a Farseer. A souleater with the ability to cut a person's soul from their body with a mere look. His kind are feared by all, whether they deserve that fear or not.

    Valin Amatta is the first person in a long time to approach him directly, despite her fears. So when she comes asking for someone to help investigate the murder of her father, he is compelled to help her, but he finds more on their journey than he bargained for.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherGriffin Asher
    Release dateMar 21, 2015
    ISBN9781311110480
    Farseer
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    Griffin Asher

    Griffin has been telling stories to entertain her friends since she was little, but she only started seriously putting pen to paper after winning NaNoWriMo in 2005 and 2006. She’s gone on from there to win NaNoWriMo every year since. Now she is the NaNoWriMo Municipal Liaison for North Idaho. Besides writing, Griffin is a student of swordsmanship. She started with Olympic foil and saber before moving on to study more classical weapons (Longsword being her favorite).

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      Farseer - Griffin Asher

      Farseer

      My birth was ordinary; full of a woman’s pain and blood. I didn’t mean to kill her, but I was frightened and I was dying.

      I’m told it was a hard pregnancy from the beginning. That’s why the Souleater was there. That’s why I was discovered so early.

      You never call a Souleater that to their face, even though it’s partly true. Guardians they call themselves, and I suppose that is partly true as well.

      Some Guardians are Healers, using the souls they collect to mend bones and wipe away disease. Some are Defenders, trained warriors who enforce the law and maintain order.

      I am a Farseer. The rarest of our kind. I only have one purpose.

      To kill.

      ~*~

      He just turned down the ally! someone shouted ahead of us. I paused in the street, hard-packed dirt firm under my boots. The Defender acting as guide for me took three steps more before he realized I had stopped. The ally ahead lead back towards the woods. The man must be trying to reach the shelter there.

      I turned down the nearest street. I didn’t know this town like the locals did, but I had studied the map in detail. And I knew Gillec Niryall. I had investigated him for over a month. The man was a coward who preyed on children. He wouldn’t risk a direct confrontation.

      Farseer! We need to go this way. If he’s doubling back to his house we-

      He’s not going that way. I didn’t slow my pace or turn to look at him. If he decided not to follow me that was his choice. I was not his supervisor, and he was not mine.

      The thud of boots told me when he started to trot to catch up. We’re going to lose him.

      No, we’re not, I said quietly. Even with his panting there was no need to speak louder.

      We came out at the edge of town, a clean line of buildings stopping just as abruptly as the forest began, a span of a hundred yards between both lines. I stopped just clear of the buildings. From here I had a clear line of sight for almost the whole length of the town.

      I waited.

      The sun was near setting and there were no oil lamps this far from main street, but there was enough light to see. Calls rang out in the cold evening air from the other Defenders. The one next to me shifted his weight from foot to foot, choppy breath clouding around him. At least he was silent. I didn’t really care about his discomfort. Or his doubt. I had learned, when my instincts pulled me, I should follow. And right now they told me to wait.

      A long moment passed. I centered, ready.

      Deep breath.

      Two.

      Three.

      The calls were farther away now.

      I didn’t smile as a figure slowly emerged from the shadows. He took a tentative step towards the woods, glancing right, then

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