"This was a well-crafted plot and fascinating hero. I look forward to following the story of a monster who embodies the best of humanity." - Karenw Rhodes
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"I can't wait to see what happens next!" - Wesley T. Mayes
From the Inside Flap
The slaver came to at once and grunted as he tried to yell through the cloth gag in his mouth. The sound was pitifully muffled, and he struggled with the bindings on his wrists and ankles.
"Shout all you want. No one can hear you through that," Raz spat, standing up.
The man stilled and grew silent, eyes wide, taking in Raz's towering outline against the lantern light from the road.
"If I'd wanted you dead, you'd be dead, so stop worrying. I have a message. On the other hand, if it's not delivered--well, your friends will be happy to explain the consequences to you."
He gestured to the other figures laying in the dark past the bound man, who turned to look. His muted scream was oddly satisfying, and Raz smirked humorlessly. The slaver fell over in his haste to scoot away. Blood pooled on the cobbled stone, forming black puddles where each of the rest of the patrol had had their throats slit. Every horrified gaze was wide and staring, some fixed upon the night sky above, some on the walls around them.
Raz had made sure each and every one knew they were going to die.
"Are you listening?" he asked.
The man nodded hurriedly, seeming unable to look away from the bodies of his comrades.
"Good. Then tell your employers that Raz i'Syul is coming for them next. Tell them the Monster says they'd best start running, and that they'd best start running now."