The Blade's Own Truth (The Blade's Own Truth #1)

by Zachary Dugas

“I will remember this Duren of the Wilderlands!” he shouted angrily and Duren turned to give the man a confused look. Why would he forget it? It had just occurred, hadn't it? He would hope for that man’s sake that he could remember something that had just happened, as if he was that prone to forgetting that would be a very hard way to live. “Ooooookay,”

“The Old Man always said it was best to be courteous to a hostess, else make sure you know where you stashed the antidotes,”

I hate to admit it, you do show some decent qualities for a person out of the wilderlands, that doesn't mean I won't keep sending duelists to break your contact with my daughter, however, a few decent qualities or not.” “Good,” Duren said a genuine smile on his lips. “I have enjoyed the duels, though perhaps you could send a better caliber of Duelist in the future? The ones that I have been facing so far have been a little lacking.”

“Behold!” Brooks said, arms wide as if to embrace the entire armory. “My stuff,”

Like my Old Man says “knowing is half the battle, the other half is violence”,”

“We are just doing what needs doing,” Duren said. “And that has never and will never be an effective argument against a woman,”