The Demon Sword Asperides by Sarah Jean Horwitz EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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A Nack for Trouble
THE SOUNDS OF THE BATTLE RANG IN NACK FURNIVAL’S EARS.
and scraping People yelling and grunting—sometimes in anger, sometimes
in fear, and sometimes in pain. It was hard to tell which in the heat of the
moment. Even the sounds of the nearby sea permeated the battle. Somehow,
the crashing of waves echoed in Nack’s head just as loudly as the violent
din around him.
Or perhaps that was just the blood pounding in his ears.
He’d run inside Castle Clyffidil with the rest of the knights, encased in a
protective crush of bodies. But now they had separated, the knight in front
of him gone to fight one of Lord Solonos’s men, the knight to the side of him
to ward off the blow of another, until it seemed that only Nack was left,
clutching his sword and running down a darkened stone hall without the
slightest idea of where he was going.
Time sped up—or maybe slowed down?—and suddenly the boy was in
front of Nack in the small courtyard. His lip quivered and his eyes were
wide but defiant. He was barely Nack’s age, if that. He had no sword of his
own.
“Stop him!” cried a voice from somewhere above Nack’s head. He
turned and saw Declan, armor glistening and face scowling, on a balcony a
few floors above them. Declan turned, perhaps to fight an enemy of his own,
and Nack faced the boy again.
The boy stood, frozen with fear, perhaps not even realizing he could have
taken advantage of Nack’s distraction.
“S-surrender,” Nack stuttered. His sword shook in his hand as he
pointed it. He never imagined he’d be pointing this sword—this sword that
was destined to become an angel blade—at another person. “Surrender and
come with me, and you’ll be taken prisoner with the others.”
“Just kill him, Nack!” Declan’s voice came again over the balcony, this
time hoarse with exertion. “Do it now!”
“What?” Nack nearly choked in surprise, spinning toward the sound of
Declan’s voice. This time, the boy seized his opportunity. He rushed Nack,
ducking under Nack’s sword and sending them both crashing to the ground.
For a moment, they were nothing but a confusing tangle of limbs—a pile of
boy, thrown elbows and jabbing knees and scratching fingers. A few grunts
and curses. Nack’s face pressed into stone and bits of dirt and straw; he
spat some out and almost laughed when the boy made a noise that sounded
suspiciously like, “Yuck!” And in the heat of the tussle, he quietly let the
sword slip from his fingers, praying that neither of them would be so
unfortunate as to fall on it.
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