Exclusive Excerpt from The King’s Fear
by Isaac Grisham
Kitsune’s sword ground against the rocky wall of the hallway. A girlish laughter rang in his ears as sparks flew off the blade. He grabbed a hold of the bits of fire with his mind and, spinning about, threw out a roaring ring of flame. His rage fed the magic, and he had days of pent-up wrath. The fire moved across the walls, ceiling, and floor like water in a riverbed, and columns of fire connected the ceiling and floor. Everything outside of a two-footfall radius of his body was consumed by the deadly, heated air.
The woman had either anticipated his actions or was incredibly lucky. Inside the safe area about his person, she stood directly in front of him, the flames outlining her figure. Their two noses were only a finger’s width apart as she stared into his face.
“Don’t want to know my name before you stab me?” She moved forward, opening her mouth. Kitsune thought she was going to bite into his cheek, but she instead stuck out her tongue and licked it. Leaving behind a trail of saliva, she whispered into his ear, “I want to know yours.”
Kitsune shuddered in revulsion, and the flames around them winked out. He would have backed up if it weren’t for the wall behind him, so he pushed her away.
“Spirits, who are you?” he said, wiping at the spit with his sleeve.
“Oh, good, we are going to play!” Still holding her blade, she gave a formal bow. “My name is Mai.”