Hael's Bells: Part 2

I've finally completed and posted part 2 of Hael's Bells. It was a little slow going as I had to fill in while Quoren was out of town last week, but now that he's back I can concentrate on my own projects again. So here's a quick peek at it:

One word rang through Hanan’s mind as he looked upon his bloodied and battered captive: f**k.

His men had followed their orders, alright – this man had been roughed up and tied up, and then left for hours to wait in agonizing terror – but it was the wrong man! Hanan sighed heavily and rolled his eyes. Clutching his dagger to a halt, he clenched his jaw before calmly, almost cheerily, addressing him. “My boys weren’t too…” he spun his dagger once again, passing it through his fingers as he brought it to point at the man, “…rough on you, were they Consul Kraevalen?”

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Hael's Bells

I've taken a little break from working on Soul Eater to start a short series for the Fictional Stories forum at Passion Tales... a kind of prequel to Soul Eater, if you will. So please stop by to have a read of Hael's Bells, part 1. Here's a taste:

A biting wind funnelled down the alley swirling the powdery snow around Hanan’s feet as he walked past the cheery gathering crowds on their way to morning sacrament. Moving quickly towards the industrial district, he unbuttoned his coat and loosened his scarf, pulling it from around his neck, and then carefully tucked it into his pocket.

Hanan didn’t mind the cold. He found it rather invigorating, especially before a job like this. As his boots crunched over the snow, he reached under his jacket to pull the dagger from his belt. Then stepping onto the stone floor through the wide entrance of the mill, he began to twirl the blade in his hand, passing it deftly through his fingers...

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Hanan