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    Silver Dust: Queen's Wraith, #0.5
    Silver Dust: Queen's Wraith, #0.5
    Silver Dust: Queen's Wraith, #0.5
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    Silver Dust: Queen's Wraith, #0.5

    By G.K. Lund

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    What would make you betray your family of deadly assassins?

     

    A lethal abomination is roaming the streets of Agartha—a forbidden werewolf and vampire hybrid. 


    Nadia Navarra, half-werewolf and a young member of the Queen's Wraiths, knows this monster all too well. Lying low, she has tried to sever every connection to this beast. 


    When the creature reappears, crazed and tormented from his transformation into a monster, Nadia's loyalties to the Wraiths are tested. Especially when someone closer to her than either her connection to the past or the Wraiths needs her help. 


    Facing an impossible choice, Nadia is desperate to do the right thing for those who need her the most. But that means embarking on a life where she must continually balance lies…
     
    Silver Dust     is a dark urban fantasy novelette of 20K words.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherNorthern Quill Press
    Release dateMar 21, 2022
    ISBN9788293663638
    Silver Dust: Queen's Wraith, #0.5
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    G.K. Lund

    G.K.Lund is an independent fantasy author with a love of old stories and folklore; anything that's dark, weird and wonderful. It's a good thing then that G.K. is based roughly somewhere in the realms of Scandiwegia where old myths are plentiful. G.K. has a background in archaeology (dirty nails and all) and will probably have to put an archeologist into a story one day. Until then, potty-mouthed and kickass characters with other jobs will have to face high stakes and save the day. Find out more and get the news first, as well as a free book. Sign up at: http://my.gklundwrites.com/books-and-news

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      Silver Dust - G.K. Lund

      Chapter 1

      Nadia Navarra reached out toward the banister on the main staircase to steady herself. In any other place, that was not out of the ordinary, but there in the bowels of the Cube, the headquarters of the Queen’s Wraiths, she knew she was one curious look away from being noticed.

      She could not be noticed.

      Not now.

      Not when so much was at stake.

      With a calm and decisive move, she removed her hand, and remained still, focusing while keeping her face blank, trying her best not to pass out from pain and exhaustion.

      Wraiths milled around her, all of them drawn to the common area where they were now about to attend an assembly. This in itself was unusual, but the rumors out in the city of Agartha were already known to everyone.

      The Wraiths, one of the Queen’s guards in the city, tasked with protecting the border, and the citizens from supernatural threats, were a close unit of hundreds of independent enforcers. It was a bit of an oxymoron, but it had always worked for them.

      The Cube, the large cubic building made of dark granite, aptly and unimaginatively named for its appearance, housed them all and therefore also housed all of their necessities from sleeping areas to training rooms, a smithy in the basement, as well as a vast research library. Nadia, though, was headed to the common areas which spread out around the main entrance. It was an open space that contained little more than columns and benches. That was it. Wraiths were industrious people who had learned since childhood that sitting down was not always necessary, yet how Nadia longed to sit down now. Lying down was even more of a dream.

      Slowly, she continued her descent, pretending to watch the large crowd of Wraiths, hundreds of them, now packed into the common area. They had no particular uniform except that they all dressed in dark clothes, carried the weapons of their choosing, usually blade weapons, or crossbows. Common to them all were the long black coats they used. They were blended with wool, which made them useful even as makeshift blankets in a pinch and also helped conceal them if needed in the dark.

      Nadia was dressed much the same, though her slightly too large coat was buttoned up, so her dagger didn’t show at the moment. She carried her sword with pride. The Wraiths had bestowed it upon her a few months ago. At seventeen, she was old enough to get her own now. Bolt Wraiths like her, apprenticed to the Wraiths, usually did around that age when they wouldn’t grow much more. She’d fastened it on her hip, but the scabbard stuck out through a strategically placed slit in her coat.

      Think this is about that Trecandís case?

      Nadia jumped a little and felt nauseous when losing control for even a second. She glanced sideways and saw Atherton and Corrine approach her in the throng of Wraiths.

      We usually only have these types of announcements if it’s serious, don’t we? she responded, forcing her words out to be heard in the buzz of voices. Nadia wore her dark hair down instead of tied back. It helped conceal her face a little. She’d looked in the mirror before coming downstairs and she was too pale. She wasn’t sure if rubbing a bit of blush on her cheekbones did anything to rectify the matter.

      True, Atherton said and stretched to see over all the people in front of them who were doing the same. He was a tall young man with short hair in a lighter hue than Nadia’s. He carried his preferred short swords on his back and at a few years older, Atherton had been made a Shield Wraith already. Nadia was on the cusp of that too. Gaining the rank of Shield meant she would become a Wraith in her own right, no longer an apprentice.

      If she could make it through this day, of course.

      The Wraiths valued loyalty above else, and so did she, but there were many kinds of loyalty. Today, friendships and doing the right thing was at stake.

      Why did she have to be in such a poor state now? Wraiths never showed weakness. They didn’t argue, and they trusted each other implicitly. They were all trained and raised together from the age of twelve. Nadia shouldn’t be holding things back from them.

      Everyone here? a man shouted over the crowd. The Wraiths were nothing if not disciplined. No one answered him, but everyone quieted and turned their attention to him. Nadia had to step up on her toes to see Sarker, the Blade Wraith, the highest official among the Wraiths. If he was here, talking to them, then it was bad. Of course, Nadia already knew that better than most. She eased down and settled for listening, not seeing. She stared blindly into the back of a Shield Wraith in front of her, feeling the press of others around her. Normally, she felt nothing but safe among them, but hiding her physical ailments was difficult. Her only relief was the various techniques the Wraiths had taught her over the years to be able to keep in position for a long time while hunting down rogue beasts. This was the main responsibility of the Shadow Wraiths, of course, the rank above Shield, but no one got that far without the basic knowledge they all learned. Nadia eased her breathing, and like she’d been taught with the Shade, the borderland outside the city of Agartha, she pushed the pain and unease back, and listened while in a half trance.

      You’ve all heard the rumors, the Blade shouted. Wraiths seldom did so. Raising one’s voice was usually emotional and rash. When a Wraith shouted, it was to truly be heard, and when it happened, all of them listened. We have confirmation. A werewolf-vampire hybrid roams the city.

      In any other crowd, gasps and outcries would have erupted at such horrifying news. Not among the Queen’s Wraiths. They were silent as, well, Wraiths, as the saying went in Agartha. Both werewolves and vampires lived peacefully in the city, at least on paper, especially for the latter group. Nadia herself was proof of that, being a half-breed werewolf. But as a half-breed, she could not shift into a lupine form. Her human half was too much for the wolf to battle. It gave her added strength and

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