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I'm ready to post some of my work on two of my books and I desire comments to perfect it. Here goes the first portion.
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This is an excerpt from 'Dark Prophet' by ThrillAuthor. Please do not copy it in any form or fashion. All Rights Reserved.
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As the debate progressed things went downhill for the atheists. The debate was nearing its end. The debaters from both sides gave their closing arguments and sat down. The mediator walked to his podium and said, “This concludes the debate. Our audience will now cast their votes for who was the more believable side. We will take a half-hour brake and then see who will win this epic debate.” Each side talked about the debate. Many in the audience wondered why “The Master” hadn’t showed up. In all truth, he was backstage at this very moment, watching the debate from a room secluded from everyone else.
He was smiling as the mediator said the last words and walked from the stage. His disciples had done wonderfully. He sat back and gave a sigh of relief. He heard a rustling noise above his head. He tilted his head back just in time to see a creature descending to the ground beside him. It was the demon who had given him his powers. He alighted and sat in the chair next to “The Master”, changing into human form. When he did this it looked like a blurred mirage. He smiled at the Master and said, “All goes as planned. You have done very well over the last two weeks. I must tell you that I only gave you a small portion of the powers you should have, just in case you would fail. I am about to give you powers to teach these unbelievers a powerful lesson for not acknowledging your ‘divine’ supremacy. They will regret this debate.”
The demon taught the Master what to say and then he vanished in a column of flame. The Master wiped some sweat from his brow, and said the words. He watched intently as the mediator approached the podium. The crowed hushed as he spoke, “Ladies and gentlemen, I have the results. But before I share them, I want to thank these debaters for coming here today. I know it has cleared up confusion about all that has happened over the last few weeks.” A round of deafening applause erupted, causing the mediator to pause before going. He motioned for the noise to cease, and it gradually died down. “And the winner of this debate is, The Keo Dai New World Mission!” Another round of applause thundered through the arena.
The team from the New World Mission went up and accepted the honor. The audience cheered and applauded with the greatest enthusiasm. They went back to their seats and the mediator stepped back up. “This concludes today’s debate. Thank you all for coming.” At that everyone filed out of the building. The winning team filed to their bus that was back stage and the only ones left were the atheists.
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I hope that you enjoyed that. Here comes the second excerpt.
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This is an excerpt of 'The Silesian Chronicles - Book 1: The Prodigal' by ThrillAuthor. Please do not copy it in any form or fashion. All Rights Reserved.
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The sun came up rather quickly after they had made camp, though none actually slept a wink. They headed straight into town to the currency office, quite near the downtown. They entered and got in line behind the three other men waiting. Time passed quite quickly and they were soon the next ones in line. “How can I help you today?” the man behind the desk asked. “We would like to exchange some currency.” Milkov said. He handed over all of their funds.
They held their breath as the man counted it out. He grabbed one of his charts and pulled together some cash. “This comes out to 26 denarii and 37 doven. Would you like a money order?” Milkov said “no” and took the bag the man handed him. They left and went looking for some lodging. The first place that they queried was much too high for them to stay for even one night. It took them some time but the finally reached a place on the far end of town that was a reasonable price. It allowed them to stay for at least a week until they could find some jobs.
The room they were to lodge in lay at the top of the building. It had three mats on the floor, and a bed ban in the corner emptied everyday by a slave-girl. There was also an eating place on the ground floor. This would take care of the cost of living for a little while. They put their belongings in some of the crude furniture and collapsed onto the mats for some well needed rest, for they were much more tired than they were earlier in the morning.
It seemed to be around five in the evening when Jordään awoke from his rest. The others had already gotten up and were not in the room, at least not that Jordään could tell. He got up and stretched. He felt more at peace now. He walked to what looked like a dresser and found some money and a note. It read, “Dear Jordään, We have gone to look for some jobs. Please meet us around dinner in the café. This money is for the meal. DON’T over spend. Signed, Yulhon and Milkov.”
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by AuthorElf : Alec vs. Crystal
Later in the morning, they were able to move out to the practice field. Drawing swords, they faced each other, but Crystal sensed that there was something different about this particular duel. Alec's face was expressionless, his eyes hard and unreadable. Crystal dropped quickly into a comfortable, defensive stance. Alec swung at her, and she parried, surprised at the ferocity of the blow. Alec dropped back, eyeing her emotionlessly. Crystal realized that this duel was very nearly for real. Her mistakes would not be corrected but exploited to Alec's advantage, and he would not hesitate to give her the harmless nicks and cuts that he had so far avoided. She knew that Alec would not seriously hurt her, but he would test her to her limits.
Alec remained motionless for what seemed like an eternity. Crystal fought to control her impatience and tried to occupy her mind with studying the practice field for obstacles out of the side of her eye. Then Alec sprang at her, engaging her in a more vicious duel than she had yet experienced. She dropped to the defencive. Slowly, as a rhythm came out of the blows, she tried for the offencive. The duel raged on, domination swaying back and forth. Alec held nothing back but slammed every trick and combination he had ever learned against Crystal's defense. She held her own well, however, and he had yet to touch her with his blade. Suddenly she rushed at him with a somewhat improvised and unexpected combination. His guard was knocked aside for the briefest moment, and the tip of her sword ripped the shoulder of his tunic. He felt the slight trickle of blood down his arm.
Unbeknownst to the two combatants, a large group of spectators had gathered on the edge of the practice field. Not a sound came from them; it was rare, even here, to see such an incredible display of skill.
Alec spun and switched styles. This threw Crystal off, and Alec gave her a cut on the arm, but she recovered with stunning speed. Crystal thought she saw the slightest glint of pleasure in Alec's so far emotionless eyes. Neither knew quite how long they had fought, only that they were drenched in sweat and coming to a point where they would have to hold their own by sheer will-power. Finally, Crystal came at Alec with a combination that she had not yet tried. She burst through his guard and, before he had a chance to recover, sent her sword flying towards his head. She turned it at the last second, and the flat of her blade slapped softly against Alec's cheek. They stood there, motionless and heaving, for a moment. Then Alec lowered his sword.
"There is nothing more I can teach you," he said. "You are as skilled with the blade as most that I have seen."
Crystal dropped her sword arm, and both she and Alec were startled by loud cheering from the edge of the field. Students swarmed around them. The boys shouted exuberantly and pounded Alec on the back so hard that he nearly had the wind knocked out of him while the girls squealed with delight and scurried about like butterflies. The instructors stayed to the side, observing the impromptu festivities with regal approval.
Crystal saw Thera pressing through the crowd towards her. She gratefully grabbed her friend's hand. Thera half dragged her exhausted roommate from the crowd and helped her up the stairs to their room.
By Kantare Bandoine:
“Let us hurry back to the walls Glyn, they will need us once the attack is renewed.” Ninwaii finished the last bit of water from the bucket Glynzora had drawn for her, and then her maid lowered it once more for herself. The city well was located on the east side of the city, so it was necessary for anyone who needed a drink to go away from the battlefield to the opposite side. There was no gate here, so Amstar did not fear an attack in this area. It was one of the strongest of the entire city.
“Do you not find it strange, mistress, that the enemy is making no sound after a defeat such as that? You’d think they left in their shame of being beaten by a handful of villagers.”
“These monsters have no shame,” Ninwaii responded coldly. “They only have a mind to kill and destroy. But never mind, Glyn; that sort of thing is for Amstar to deal with, not us. Come, let’s go back; this place unnerves me somehow.”
Just as the two maidens turned to leave, however, Glyn heard a muffled rustled at the base wall behind her. She instantly strung an arrow, and aimed it in the direction of the noise. “What is it Glyn?” Ninwaii asked. The sound stopped for a moment, but Glynzora stilled kept her arrow in place. Just then, an enormous Blaedo leapt from a hole that had just been made at the foot of the wall with a savage roar. A second later he fell dead with Glyn’s arrow stuck between his eyes. At that moment, dozens of other holes opened up, and Blaedos came pouring out. Ninwaii and Glynzora stood their ground for a moment, trying hard to hold the beasts back as long as possible. Arrows sang from Glyn’s bow, and the black blood of many Blaedos dripped hissing from Ninwaii’s trident. Sheer numbers beat back Ninwaii and Glynzora very quickly however, and the two were forced to retreat. Avis had taken them completely by surprise.
By ThrillAuthor (Theynore):
The thundering of hooves behind them put the adrenaline in all of their veins. The drive to escape the same fate of those preceding them was much bigger than the dangers behind them. The road ahead split into three different directions. “Let’s split up. They won’t catch all of us if we do that!” shouted Milkov. They charged down each lane, disappearing from the site of each other. Jordään knew that they all had a good chance at making it now as he spurred his horse to go just a little faster.
The horsemen behind them split into three groups and followed each of the boys. Jordään had two riders barreling after him with swords drawn. They were at least three horse lengths back, but the horses they rode were warrior horses, able to go twice as fast as his own horse when persuaded. Rounding a corner they entered a small canyon that narrowed as it reached the end. “Maybe I can lose them in this!” Jordään thought to himself. Even as he went over this possibility, he could see that it would be nearly impossible. Boulders were piled at the end of the canyon; there was no escape.
He urged his horse faster as he reached for the blade his father had bestowed upon him. In a flash he turned his horse around and slashed at the first rider. The blade landed on his skull with a loud CRACK! Not a sound uttered from the body as it hit the ground. Using the opportunity and speed he brought his blade back up in a flash and caught the second rider off guard. The steel flashed in the mid-morning sun and landed in the soft fleshy part of his neck. The inertia of this move carried through and sliced the head clean of the rider’s shoulders.
The headless body sat there for a second, and then slid off the saddle onto the ground, pouring crimson blood like a stream from the new wound. Jordään decided it would be best if he tried to follow one of the other trails to see if he could help his friends. Bearing in mind that some guards might have been left to make sure that none other than the pursers came out. Seeing none at the fork he took to the middle trail and spurred his horse into a full gallop. It took only minutes to get to Milkov, though it seemed like hours. The sight that met Jordään’s eyes was a surprise as he turned the corner.
There was Milkov, fighting three Red Guards on foot, a fourth dead closer to Jordään. He had a shield, probably taken from the dead guard, and this was probably the only reason he was still alive. Taking the initiative, Jordään charged in and plunged his sword deep into the back of the guard on the right. He circled around and dropped to the ground, lunging as he went at the guard on his left.
“What took you so long?” Milkov asked. “Oh, you know, I had to get some food from the market.” Jordään said sarcastically as he parried with the guard. Fighting hard for ten minutes, it was becoming clear that no true decision was going to be made in this duel. All was seeming to start to go down hill for Jordään as he started to get weaker and weaker, his strength waning, bit by bit. The guard could see this and made a daring, yet foolish, swipe at Jordään’s head. Jordään saw the move and ducked, causing the blade to miss his head by only fractions of a second.
Making this move, the guard left himself exposed; and seeing this, Jordään plunged his sword up, under the armor of the guard and into his stomach. The guard let out a slow groan of pain and then slumped over, dead. The guard fighting Milkov stared at his dead companion for a moment, stunned. This gave Milkov enough time to strike a viscous blow to his neck. He fell face-forward and landed with a distinct “thud”. “If there are twice as many guards after Yulhon, we have to get there quick,” Jordään said as he raced for his horse. Milkov mounted his trusty steed which was around the corner having a grass lunch.
Milkov followed Jordään as they sped up the path to the junction. They both took a hard right and went to the aid of their friend, in what danger they did not know. It did not take them long before they caught up to Yulhon, in a deadlock fight with a very bulky guard. The clashing of the swords resonated to them as they went in to investigate, much slower than they had arrived. They could see three bodies on the ground, and Yulhon’s horse nearby.
Both were stunned when they heard the sword of the guardsman crack, and then witness the blade of Yulhon pierce through to his back. Yulhon kicked the lifeless figure over and walked to join the others. “What a show, huh?” mentioned Yulhon sarcastically as he wiped the sweat from his brow. “I guess you don’t need our help then,” Jordään said. They all gave a laugh, and a sigh of relief. They mounted up and turned back the way they came. | 
