EXCERPT – 16TH Century Japan
The attempt
on his life had been an act of desperation, he knew. The battle was lost, the
opposing forces broken and scattered. Without the inspiration of Soun Ujitsuna,
the Odawaran armies had been routed. Omori Kadonomaro had vanquished those foes
who had defended this city as he had crushed everyone else who had ever opposed
him. Even now, most of his own army and all but a few of his warrior monks were
rounding up prisoners or putting to the sword any who offered even token
resistance. But the assassins’ threat had been real enough, though for a
different reason entirely.
He had led a
small party of his warrior monks and a trio of shadow-trackers in the hunt for
the shirabyoshi spoken of by Eela. He had no desire to sit and wait, to allow
others to do his work for him. He had always been a man of action and the
Prophecy of the One Child concerned him greatly.
Though the
shadow-trackers had no real scent or clue to rely on, through the magic urging
of the majo, one of them had led Omori and his men to the market district of
the city. The creature’s manner was agitated yet focused; the beast appeared
like something out of a traveler’s tale. Naked, it moved like a ghost,
spiriting almost invisibly in and out of the smallest places as it used the
shadows as cover.
Omori had
never gotten used to them but the creatures did serve his purpose. Whatever
magic the witch called upon to create such monsters was the warlord’s to
control. At least for the moment.
And he meant
to keep it that way.
Located near
the lower west gates, the marketplace was the one area his attacking land
forces had been able to breach. Parts of it lay in smoldering ruins; the
remaining residents hiding fearfully behind closed and latched doors.
The city’s
defenders had been beaten but the fear of Omori and his allies—the sohei, the
witch and the shadow-trackers—still hung thickly in the air. To most of the
downtrodden Odawarans, it was their worst nightmare realized.
Eela rode by
the daimyo’s side. Both men’s armored horses picked their way among the
scattered rubble and trash that lay strewn about the streets. “My pet seems
sure the one we seek is here, Lord,” the majo said silkily. “He is the best of
the three and can discern his prey with very little assistance.”
His pet.
Omori frowned. Eela’s skills had extended to supervising the breeding, raising
and training of the shadow-trackers, skills Omori appreciated but which gave
the majo another point of power in his favor. “Just make sure your pet finds
her,” Omori said distastefully. “I will stop this child once and for all.”
Larry Ivkovich is an IT professional and the author of several science fiction, fantasy and horror short stories and novellas, published online and in various print publications and anthologies including M-Brane SF, Afterburn SF, Penumbra, Twisted Cat Tales, Abaculus III, Raw Terror, Triangulations, Shelter of Daylight and SQ Magazine. He has also been a finalist in the L. Ron Hubbard’s Writers of the Future contest and was the 2010 recipient of the CZP/Rannu Fund Award for fiction. His debut urban fantasy novel, THE SIXTH PRECEPT, is now available from IFWG Publishing, Amazon.com and Barnesandnoble.com. He is a member of two local writing/critique groups, the Pittsburgh Southwrites and the Pittsburgh Worldrights, and lives in Coraopolis, PA with his wife Martha and cats Trixie and Milo.
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Thanks for hosting me on this tour, Monique!
ReplyDeleteI've been enjoying the tour very much! One of the things it's helped me with is focusing and organizing my thoughts on writing for the blog posts and interview question answers. A lot of my writing is done in what I refer to as an "alterted state" where I just let it flow. By thinking a little about the process, I've surprised myself with some of my observations!
ReplyDeleteI understand what you mean about the different modes of writing as well as the "altered state".:) I am glad your tour is going good!
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