Aidang Xan Sin slipped the thin throwing knife from inside his sleeve and sent it flashing towards his youngest son’s left eye. The blade was honed to a fine point, but it was the toxin coating it that would do the real damage. Paralysis and death within fifteen seconds were inevitable.
Maidan Sin, his son, stood two metres away across the training room. He had only a moment to react. He swept a hand in front of his face, catching the knife by its handle when it was only a centimetre from his eye...
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I think you are a brilliantly talented writer, Simon, that's what I think.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Karen. I think so too! Just need the rest of the world to catch up now...
DeleteThat was really good. One of the best I've read, I think.
ReplyDeleteThanks, Deborah. 'Twas fun to write.
DeleteVery cool take on the theme -- strong character names, to boot. Enjoyed it! Those nasty Yakuza...
ReplyDeleteThe editor said it was basically "feminism and a pun" - which is about right...
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