I am privileged to have a story included among others by far more famous and skilled authors. My story is “Shooting the Devil’s Eye”, a standalone prequel to Thieves’ Honor, the serial I wrote for the magazine.
Thanks to a group of fellow serialists and other writers, I hope to finish the series during the coming year.
Meantime, here’s a sample from “Shooting the Devil’s Eye”:
Finney landed the ship with nary a bump, shouldering between two larger vessels, as cozy as a bird in its nest. Air sighed out from the slip, creating a vacuum that held the ship steady while docked. It could only be released by the harbor master—a measure supposed to prevent pirating, but this was Vortuna, and piracy was its stock in trade.
That was no fuel off Finney’s engine. Wasn’t her ship.
The all-clear sounded. She unstrapped, stood, grabbed her duffel from the locker, and exited the wheelhouse, thudding down the companionway in boots two sizes too big. Hers had been stolen at the last port.
The captain, arms folded, blocked the passage. “Was it something I said?”
“Twenty percent share.” Finney held out a hand. “And a new pair of boots.”
“Thirty percent, and you stay aboard for the next run.”
“It’s been a week, ship’s time. Can’t have you gettin’ too fond of me.”
“Too late, darlin’.”
Finney adjusted her grip on the duffel straps, her other hand still extended. “This can just as easily become a fist.”
The captain rubbed his bruised jaw, and grinned. “See the purser on your way out.”
A new bag of colonial coin weighting her bag, and the purser’s leather boots on her feet, Finney strode down the gangway and onto the noisy wharf.
And then I promise to shut up about the book for a while — at least here on the blog. I make no promises otherwise. (wink and a smile)