Barbarian Assassin (Princesses of the Ironbound Book 2) by Aaron Crash

Author:Aaron Crash [Crash, Aaron]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: men&#8217, s adventure video game adaptations wizard, coming of age sword sorcery dungeon core demon, urban dark fantasy magic thriller sword mythology, supernatural fantasy magic occult legends thriller, contemporary high fantasy magic occult elf, action hero dark gritty epic metaphysical harem
Publisher: Black Forge Books
Published: 2020-04-20T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Nineteen

YMIR HURRIED INTO THE feasting hall, not having slept. Tori hadn’t slept either. She’d covered for them perfectly with the Princept. Right before Della had come in, they’d moved the drying trays into the cold ovens.

After Della had gone back to bed, Lillee acted as the lookout in case she returned.

Ymir, Jenny, and Tori had worked fast, grinding and pressing the rest of the xoca nibs. Cooking, melting, enchanting, and cooling followed. They chopped up the xocalati and carried it down to his cell in egg boxes, which they returned. Ironically, Tori wasn’t going to eat any of the xocalati, not when she found out it had a more erotic element to it.

Lillee had no trouble sampling their product, but when Jenny ate some, she waved her hand over her face. For Ymir, it got him hard, and, yes, it piqued his interest in sex, but it wasn’t overwhelming. It aroused him just enough to know he was aroused.

After Tori and Lillee had run in, the dwab apologized, again and again, for being so late. Lillee had been oddly talkative, saying that she was as much to blame. The two shared the same little smile, slightly heated, slightly embarrassed, but completely secretive.

The clansman knew what had happened. Lillee kept adjusting her essess. Tori couldn’t stop grinning. He wasn’t upset, but their timing was poor. He also wondered about the dwab, about whether she enjoyed women more than men. If so, why had she flirted with him at first?

Regardless, he was forced to forgive her because she’d saved them from the Princept. They’d spent the night cleaning, packaging, and preparing the xocalati for sale.

The clansman had come up with a plan, not only to hide the enterprise, but to add a layer of mystery to their very expensive product. If there was one thing he’d learned dealing with the merchants in Summertown it was that the rich loved to buy expensive things. It was a strange thing, but if something was rare, and slightly forbidden, people would leap to squander their money. It was the story that grabbed them.

Grandfather Bear had been very good at telling stories. He’d begun the rumors of a vicious woolly snake slithering across the tundra, with the sweetest meat and the softest pelt. Part scale, part fur, you could only skin the woolly tundra snake in sections. With the meat, you had to be careful of poison sacs, so it was best to chop it up fine to make sure you didn’t miss any.

Summertown merchants paid twice as much money for the woolly snake pelts and three times as much for the minced serpent meat.

In fact, there was no such thing as the woolly snake. Grandfather Bear had wanted to sell the leftover organs of the elk and skin taken from their skulls and legs. It was the story that sold those scraps.

Ymir had a story for the Amora Xoca, the name of their very expensive xocalati. They’d sell it all. First, though, he had to get to class.

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