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    The Necromancer's Lair
    The Necromancer's Lair
    The Necromancer's Lair
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    The Necromancer's Lair

    By Michael Kingswood

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    Gareth and his sworn man, Hatherle, delve into the lair of a Necromancer who has been terrorizing the surrounding territory, seeking the reward on his head.

     

    But trips, traps, puzzles, and the dead themselves serve as the Necromancer's guards, making this the most dangerous mission Gareth has ever taken on.

     

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherSSN Storytelling
    Release dateDec 16, 2012
    ISBN9781513053462
    The Necromancer's Lair
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    Michael Kingswood

    Michael Kingswood has written numerous science fiction and fantasy stories, including The Pericles Conspiracy, The Glimmer Vale Chronicles, and the Dawn of Enlightenment series. His interest in scifi/fantasy came at an early age: he first saw Star Wars in the theater when he was three and grew up on Star Trek in syndication. The Hobbit was among the first books he recalls reading. Recognizing with sadness that the odds of his making it into outer space were relatively slim, after completing his bachelors degree in Mechanical Engineering from Boston University, he did the next best thing - he entered the US Navy as a submarine officer. Almost seventeen years later, he continues to serve on active duty and has earned graduation degrees in Engineering Management and Business Administration. Fitting with his service onboard Fast Attack submarines (SSNs), he does his writing on Saturdays, Sundays, and at Night. He is married to a lovely lady from Maine. They have four children, and live wherever the Navy deems to send them. Sign up to receive email announcements of Michael's new releases and other exclusive deals for newsletter subscribers here: http://eepurl.com/eND22 .

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      The Necromancer's Lair - Michael Kingswood

      The Necromancer's Lair

      The Necromancer's Lair

      Michael Kingswood

      SSN Storytelling

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      About This Book

      Gareth and his sworn man, Hatherle, delve into the lair of a Necromancer who has been terrorizing the surrounding territory, seeking the reward on his head.

      But trips, traps, puzzles, and the dead themselves serve as the Necromancer’s guards, making this the most dangerous mission Gareth has ever taken on.

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      The Necromancer’s Lair

      Gareth’s chest heaved as he sucked in gulps of air. His heart pounded in his ears, and he tingled all over with a mixture of exhilaration and fear. He leapt backwards, leaving grimy claws to scratch harmlessly along the front of his steel breastplate before he got out of reach.

      This thing was relentless! Gareth had hit it a dozen times before, each blow of his axe tearing out large bits of flesh and muscle, but it kept on coming. Even losing an arm did not stop it.

      The creature shambled forward, the putrid scent of rotting flesh leading the way. Its mouth lolled open in a brainless snarl and its eyes shown with a ghostly light that did not come close to resembling life. And yet it moved. Ragged cloths, the last remains of its funeral raiment, Gareth was sure, still clung to its body in places, but were at best an afterthought. If such a thing as this had any thoughts at all.

      Gareth drew a deep breath and adjusted his grip on the handle of his axe. He wondered for a heartbeat how much longer he could keep hacking at the thing before it simply wore him down from fatigue.

      Then it was on him. The nails—claws—of its sole remaining arm thrust toward Gareth’s throat. It was an awkward attack, as clumsy as the thing’s stride, and Gareth easily sidestepped it. He gritted his teeth and, with a grunt that was nearly a shout, brought his axe down.

      The thing’s arm went flying, cut off at the elbow.

      No blood flowed; there was none remaining in its body. Neither did the thing seem to feel pain, or slow. It stumbled forward, turning to face him, before launching itself straight at him, its rotting teeth its last weapon.

      Except for the stink. It became overpowering as the thing’s mouth drew near. Gareth nearly gagged, only years of training stopping him from losing his composure.

      Would the thing never die?

      He recoiled and struck again with his axe.

      The half-moon of steel struck the beast in the forehead, cleaving its head nearly in two before lodging in place.

      The light in the creature’s eyes flickered and it shambled forward another half-step. Then the light went out completely and it fell forward. It hit the ground with a sickening, squishy thud, and lay still.

      Ye Gods, Gareth muttered as he wiped his brow with the back of his hand. He took a deep breath and had to stop himself from shuddering.

      Well fought, my lord, said Hatherle from behind him, but if I may make a suggestion?

      Gareth scowled and looked over his shoulder.

      The slender man behind him and to his left was less armored than he was: just a leather breastplate, mostly hidden by the dark grey tunic he wore over top. His pants were light brown, tight-fitting, and tucked into calf-high turned-down boots. He wore a pack on his back, and a grey scull cap covered most of his head, leaving just a few strands of his blond hair falling out. His hands rested upon the pommel of his longsword, which he held point-down into the dirt before him.

      What?

      Hatherle cleared his throat. I would avoid flesh wounds for such as these, he nodded toward the still corpse at his feet, its head was severed from its body, and go for the head instead.

      Gareth stared at him for a long moment, then rolled his eyes, bent over, and grabbed the haft of his axe. No kidding. The axe was stuck fast. This was going to take a bit of work. He stepped over the rotting corpse and took hold with both hands. You could have helped, you know, if you figured it out so fast.

      Gareth practically heard Hatherle’s shrug. You seemed to have things well in hand, my lord.

      Gareth heaved upward, his breath leaving his lungs in a long grunt as he strained against the axe handle. For a long several seconds, nothing happened. Then, without warning, the axe came free. Gareth stumbled backwards, almost tripping over the creature’s severed forearm. Decaying corpse-matter of some variety or other—Gareth did not want to think about what it was exactly—sprayed out of the thing’s head where his axe used to be.

      He shuddered, trying not to inhale the newly-increased stench.

      Instead, he turned away and stalked further into the cave, pausing only to remove a rag from behind his belt. He wiped the blade of his axe clean of slime, bone, and the rest, as he walked.

      Hatherle followed.

      I asked you to stop calling me that. I’m no lord, Gareth growled over his shoulder.

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