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  Darkblade Avenger

  Defenders of Legend (Omnibus 1)

  By Andy Peloquin

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  Table of Contents

  Darkblade Avenger Defenders of Legend (Omnibus 1)

  Darkblade Assassin Hero of Darkness (Book 1)

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Epilogue

  Darkblade Outcast Hero of Darkness (Book 2)

  Part One

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Part Two

  Interlude

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Part Three

  Interlude

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Epilogue

  Darkblade Protector Hero of Darkness (Book 3)

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Chapter Fifteen

  Chapter Sixteen

  Chapter Seventeen

  Chapter Eighteen

  Chapter Nineteen

  Chapter Twenty

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Chapter Twenty-Six

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Chapter Twenty-Eight

  Chapter Twenty-Nine

  Chapter Thirty

  Chapter Thirty-One

  Chapter Thirty-Two

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Chapter Thirty-Nine

  Chapter Forty

  Chapter Forty-One

  Chapter Forty-Two

  Chapter Forty Three

  Chapter Forty-Four

  Chapter Forty-Five

  Chapter Forty-Six

  Chapter Forty-Seven

  Chapter Forty-Eight

  Chapter Forty-Nine

  Chapter Fifty

  Chapter Fifty-One

  Chapter Fifty-Two

  Darkblade Guardian Defenders of Legend (Omnibus 2)

  But Wait, There’s More!

  Different, Not Damaged

  Foreword

  Strength and Courage

  Paint a Black Picture

  The Goddess' Gift

  At Any Cost

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  A Life for a Life

  The Path of Vengeance

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  Glossary

  The City of Voramis

  Gods of Einan

  Darkblade Assassin Characters

  Darkblade Outcast Characters

  Darkblade Protector Characters

  Darkblade Assassin

  Hero of Darkness (Book 1)

  by Andy Peloquin

  A man often meets his destiny on the road he took to avoid it --

  Jean de La Fontaine

  Chapter One

  Eyes the color of night watched Lord Damuria plunge to the forest floor. The wind seemed to hold the nobleman suspended in the air for a moment before slowly releasing him to the grasping clutches of gravity.

  The hard, dark face of the Hunter showed no sign of pity as the body landed with a loud thud at his feet.

  It is no more than he deserves, he thought.

  He felt no remorse as he watched the broken man fight for his last pitiful, agonizing breaths. Not given to mercy, the fear in Lord Damuria's eyes meant nothing.

  Soot and mud stained the nobleman's robes, and crimson contrasted sharply with the white blond of his hair. Three broad-headed crossbow bolts protruded from the nobleman's chest and stomach. Damuria struggled to speak, made difficult by the quarrel puncturing his lungs.

  The Hunter bent close to hear the whispered words.

  "Do…it…you…bastard." Lord Damuria's eyes closed as he awaited the inevitable.

  The Hunter moved with precision and speed, drawing the dagger from his belt and plunging it deep into the dying man's chest. The thrust snapped ribs and sliced through smooth heart muscle. Damuria's screams echoed in the silence of the forest, an eerie sound tinged with desperation and terror.

  The screams of his victims always remained with him long after their deaths. They played over and over in his mind, accompanied by the vision of their dying faces.

  Bright ruby light flared from the gem set in the hilt of the dagger, and power rushed through the blade. The Hunter gasped as the voice in his mind screamed its pleasure. A familiar pain flared along his back, but he was accustomed to it. It was the price he paid for the power.

  This, he thought, reveling in the sensations flooding through him, this is why I do it.

  A final shudder ran through the broken body before him, and the cries of agony faded into a gentle whisper. "Damn you…Hunter…" Damuria cursed with his dying breath.

  Silence reigned in the forest, broken only by the sound of the wind whistling through the trees. After the thrill of the chase, the stillness hung like a weight on the Hunter's mind. Callused hands trembled as he gripped the worn hilt of the knife embedded in his latest kill, and his long, lean muscles bulged. The blade, caught on the dead man's ribs, required a surprising amount of effort to pull free, even with the Hunter's immense strength.

  Blood glistened on the dagger, and the Hunter watched it soak into the steel. The bright red light leaking from the gem slowly dimmed, and the stone became translucent and colorless once more.

  Soulhunger has been sated. He no longer heard the insistent voice in his head urging him to kill. It will remain silent, for now.

  The Hunter sheathed his blade and stooped to kneel over the lifeless form of his prey. Placing one hand on the man's head and the other on his now-silent heart, he bowed.

  "May the Long Keeper take your body; your soul is forfeit," the Hunter intoned. His voice was rich and deep with a hint of gravel. A hard voice, reciting a final ritual for fallen prey. A ritual from a past he could no longer remember.

  He stared down at the broken body lying at his feet.

  This one was surprisingly difficult to track down.

/>   Green blood now oozed from the dead man's chest, staining the forest floor a sickly color. The scent of poisoned flesh hung in the air—the effects of the venomous argam with which he coated the bolts.

  A fit creature for the hunt. A sense of satisfaction flooded him. Another contract fulfilled.

  He had killed all manner of men. Big men, little men, strong men, weak men. Cowards, and brave fools. Heroes, villains, rich men, beggars.

  He was the Hunter. All men were his prey.

  Rising, the Hunter turned his back on the corpse and strode toward the cliff. He climbed the craggy face with ease, taking care to avoid the blood-soaked rocks that marked Lord Damuria's fatal path. His powerful muscles made the ascent easy, and he soon stood at the top.

  The Hunter stared at the city sprawling across the plain and along the ocean's edge.

  Voramis. My city.

  Thick walls towered high, the massive city gates open to allow the traffic to flow at a steady pace. Temple spires reached for the clouds, while the blocky Palace of Justice watched over the metropolis in its shadow. Upper Voramis, jewel of the city, straddled the hilltop, looking down protectively over Lower Voramis. To the west, the cloudy blue waters of the Endless Sea stretched farther than the eye could see.

  The Hunter studied the position of the sun—already well into its descent toward the horizon. Night would have fallen by the time he reached Voramis. It was always easier to move through the streets then; he wouldn't attract undue attention—either from the Heresiarchs guarding the city gate, or from the gangs of thugs roaming the Merchant's Quarter.

  With a sigh for his road-weary feet, the Hunter began the long walk back to the city.

  * * *

  The streets of Lower Voramis came alive after dark. Light spilled from the numerous brothels, taverns, and gambling houses along Reveler's Lane, illuminating Voramis' busiest and least-reputable thoroughfare. The Blackfall District served as the hub for every vice and crime created by men and women with more money than good sense.

  Burly men clad in the uniform of hired muscle guarded the doors to their establishments with fierce pride, their watchful eyes never straying from the drunken revelers stumbling between alehouses and whorehouses in various stages of inebriation.

  The working men and women who inhabited the run-down districts spent their meager coin on drink, gambling, and cheap whores. Unwary visitors to the district often woke up with an aching head and an empty purse, not to mention a host of persistent diseases on body parts better kept free of infection.

  The Hunter hated the Blackfall District, but his home in the Beggar's Quarter lay on the far side of the city, leaving him no choice but to traverse it.

  He groaned at his untimely ill-fortune as three drunken men stumbled from The Cock and Bull—an inn known for cheap beer and cheaper women—belting out a bawdy tune. Two of the sots clung to each other for support, barely managing to keep their feet as they wended their unsteady way down Reveler's Lane.

  The third, a man with a forehead like a rock and a nose flattened by too many beatings, crushed his pewter tankard in his massive hands. His arms looked hewn from rock—a very hairy, very tattooed rock.

  "And then me love, a lovely lass," sang the two drunkards, their voices rising above the din of revelry around them, "she kissed me face, I poked her-"

  "Won't ya two shut the frozen hell up?" their companion muttered. "Drunken idiots, ya can't even get the song right!"

  "You're jush jealoush becaush ya don't have me fine singin’ voice, Rifter," one slurred at him.

  "Oh, get stuffed, Emon," Rifter said with a glare. "If ya weren't so Minstrel-damned drunk, ya’d know that ya sound worse than a pair of ruttin’ cats in a laundry press."

  "And that'sh why yer jealoush, Rifter," said the second drunk. "Yer shingin’ shoundsh like it's comin’ from the Watcher'sh own arsehole."

  "Which is why, Eld," Rifter snarled, "I know to keep me mouth shut instead of singin’ at the top of me lungs when I've had too much ale."

  Something about the tension in Rifter's shoulders, coupled with the flattened nose, shouted of the man's desire to fight. In an effort to avoid a confrontation, the Hunter slipped down a side street and into an alley.

  The Bloody Hand kept discipline in the Blackfall District, but they failed to maintain even a moderate standard of cleanliness. Just one street away from Reveler's Lane, the stench of waste was unbearable. The Hunter had to cover his face lest he add the contents of his stomach to the filth. Men and women lay scattered in varying states of drunkenness and drug-induced stupor, many of them wallowing in their own filth. Debris and litter clogged the gutters, and refuse spilled out into the street.

  Picking up his pace, the Hunter hurried through the streets, keeping his breaths shallow to avoid filling his lungs with the noxious air.

  "Evenin’, gents." A woman's voice drifted from around the next corner. "Can I offer either of ye a good time? Only four bits, and I promise I'll be gentle with ye."

  "What'sh a pretty lady like you," a male voice hiccupped in her direction, "doin’ in a place like this?"

  The Hunter's heart sank as he recognized the voice of one of the three drunks he had tried to avoid. He was faced with a choice: backtrack and go around the men to avoid a fight, or walk past them and hope his ragged cloak would deflect their attention. With a shrug of resignation, he hunched his shoulders, bent his back, and shuffled forward, mimicking the slow gait of a tired old beggar.

  The drunken attempts of the two lushes to accept the painted doxy’s invitation seemed to have the opposite of the desired effect.

  The whore stared at them for a moment, as if weighing up her options, before waving them away dismissively. "The pair of ye's looks too drunk to handle me. As for you, big boy," she said, staring up at Rifter, "I reckon ye'll split me right in half. And that's with me on top, eh?" She patted his arm provocatively, but he pulled it away.

  "I'm not much in the mood for company tonight, back-bedder," Rifter spat.

  Her face contorted, showing clear distaste at his words. "Well, I've no mind to bed any of ye," she protested. "I'm sure it won’t be hard to find men of a far better stock than ye sorry lot, anyways."

  Rifter's expression darkened as she minced away. He clenched his fists, his massive arms flexing in anger.

  His gaze fell on the Hunter shambling toward him and a malicious gleam flashed in the man’s eyes. The other two men saw the Hunter as well, and a grin creased the face of the one called Emon.

  "Let’sh see if we can't have a bit of fun, eh, Rifter?" He chuckled and pointed down the alley in the direction of the Hunter.

  Eld released his hold on Emon, and stumbled towards the harmless- looking beggar.

  "I say there, friend," he said, adopting the manner and accent of a member of the upper class, "it's time for you to move out of the street and make way for your betters." Emon clapped his hands on the Hunter's shoulders and shoved hard.

  The Hunter had no intention of allowing himself to be pushed into the filth of the gutter. From it rose the strong, repulsive odor of human refuse mixed with the gods-knew-what else. The nauseating cocktail produced the type of stench that seeped into the pores of a man’s skin and reeked even after weeks of regular washing. He stood firm, and the drunken man sprawled into the muck.

  Emon gagged as his mouth filled with the slime, and he retched—adding his vomit to the ordure staining his face. His companion, no less drunk, stared down at his friend for a long moment before reacting.

  "Say there," Eld protested, "that’sh down-hic-downright rude of you, friend, to knock Emon over."

  The Hunter attempted to step around Emon's fallen form, but Eld moved to block his way. Opting for retreat, the Hunter found the hulking form of Rifter cutting off his escape.

  "My friend speaks the truth, wretch," Rifter growled, his breath heavy with alcohol and anger. "Ya owe him an apology, and an imperial for his clothing."

  Emon's clothing was clearly worth far less than an imperial—an entire year's wages for a day laborer—but the Hunter could see Rifter was spoiling for a fight.

  "Apologies, good sirs." The Hunter adopted the quavering voice of an old man. "It was clumsy of me not to see where you were walking. Alas, I have naught to give you."

  "Nothing, beggar?" Rifter's voice had a hard edge.

  "No, good masters. A poor man like myself can barely scrounge together two bits, much less a whole imperial. Please, I beg you to let me pass, and the gods will bless you for your generosity."

  The Hunter attempted to move once more, but Rifter's hand on his arm was firm, holding him in place. "If ya don't have an imperial to spare, beggar," the big brute said, "we'll just have to take what ya have and be content."

 
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