Swords with Souls
A Medieval Fantasy Fiction Story
(Adult Content)
By Dan Watt
(Author of BARD series)

(Author of the Plagueborn series)

Peering Into The Giant’s Maw
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“Wait,” Lara says, taking his hand and leading him away from the others.
“You want a little romp before I go?” he asks with a jovial smile.
“What?” she asks, her face turning beat red.
He squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head. “Just being humorous,” he replies hearing the confusion in his own voice.
“If you lose the sword in battle or someone tries to steal it, call its name twice in your head,” she says and reaches out with her hand.
He places the hilt of the sword into her hand. He sees her grasp it lightly.
“Now,” she says.
Undefeated, undefeated he thinks. The sword is suddenly in his hand.
“Ride safe, Sir Oliver,” she says with a sparkle in her eyes.
He steps forward for an embrace and kiss but she turns away and marches back to the others.
As he slaps bugs away while stepping on the swinging bridge a familiar hooded figure joins him. “We thought you disappeared,” he says with a chuckle after he places his palm over the pommel of the soul sword.
“I made a secretive swap with the Sword Maker,” she replies with a smug voice.
He sees a new short bow around her shoulders and a uniquely crafted short sword handing against her left thigh. “Does he know about this amicable trade?” he asks.
“Not yet,” Endellion replies. “Did you discover if Jedreck has a certain physical feature?”
He remembers seeing the double rows of molars at the very back of the giant’s mouth. Subconsciously he covers the quartz embedded pommel with his palm. “I did,” he replies, noticing for the first time how her cloak curves around her bosom and hips. “He’s a half breed of giant cannibals.”
“When will you start training Lara?” she asks.
He subconsciously runs his index finger over the pommel of his new sword. “Why would I train that murderous bitch? She’s already killed me once.”
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