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eBook Category: Fantasy
eBook Description: Alex Potter asked if I'd be interested in writing a story for his theme anthology, especially since I'd once written a series of three novels exploring the concept of "ethical assassins." I accepted, but I wanted to 'twist' the theme a little. I wondered what might happen if a young assassin went looking for an infamous, retired peer with a trademark signature for the victims, wanting to know what he knew ... and what reception the younger assassin might find.

eBook Publisher: Fictionwise.com, Published: Assassin Fantastic, ed. Martin Greenberg and Alexander Potter, 2001
Fictionwise Release Date: April 2005

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Words: 4085
Reading time: 11-16 min.
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"Give me stout, woman!"

The words were flung in Maire's direction as pale evening light and the steep, verdant slopes of Goat Fell gleamed for an instant behind the figure of a man. Those in the tavern turned as one to look at the stranger. Then the canvas tarp that served as a door fell back down, returning fire-lit darkness to the single, small room. Maire pulled a mug from the rack and held it under the grimy tap of the wooden keg, watching as the newcomer chose a table near the fire and sat.

When the foam had settled, Maire picked up the mug and came from behind the bar. Her hand trembled as she placed the mug on the table in front of the man, the thick, brown foam shivering at the chipped wooden lip--trembling was not from fear, but from the palsy that had afflicted Maire more and more over the last half dozen years. She stood and brushed wisps of dry white hair back under her head scarf.

She stared at him until he looked up from the pressure of her gaze. "I know what you are," Maire said to the stranger. "I'll wager I even know why you've come here."