![]() ![]() With a glare of deep hatred, the Azeb drew his own sword, and then quickly turned it in his hand to run himself through. Almost immediately, he dropped the scimitar, as if contact would poison his soul. He did notice that the grip was caked with dried and drying blood. It was, indeed, a masterpiece of metalworking, supremely balanced with a fine cutting-edge, but the wretch hardly noticed. Slowly, he bent down to pick up the blade. "Defend yourself!" The Azeb looked dumbfounded for several heartbeats. The exstacy of his latest carnage had faded, and so he had picked out one of the few Azebs (not Hasan, however) and tossed the unfortunate man one of his own finely-crafted swords. The group reached the Seraglio with little further incidents, and Kruschovic soon grew bored. He seized the lantern, stood up, and fell into his place beside his new god. persuade." The Bay approached the kneeling Azeb and gestured to the lamp with a blood-stained scimitar. The Voice continued to laugh as Hasan emptied his own stomach. It was the stomach, with part of the intestine still attached. Hasan turned just in time to see the Bey toss part of the Greek's body by his side. A low, demonic laugh cut into his thoughts. Sinking to his knees, he finally gained enough control to choke down the rising bile and breath again. The lamp in his hand shook uncontrollably as he tried to stop his body from convolsing. Suddenly feeling very sick, Hasan was forced to look away. The Russian turned and looked back to his men. "Very good, and as my loyal subject, you shall receive my mercy." The scimitar crashed down into the Greek's face, silencing his cries. Finally the poor drunk called out, "You are my god! You are my god!" Then he thrust his arm inside the man, slowly pulling out his internal organs. Pulling out a long dagger, the Russian sliced the man's midsection open. The Russian pushed his victim over, forcing him to his back. Another metallic flash and the man had nothing below his left kneecap. The Russian cut off his ear and then carved a chunk out of his cheek. ![]() "You deny my mercy? Then feel my wrath!" The tip of the Bey's curved blade raked across the man's eyes. The Kruschovic Bey's eyes flashed with rage. Reader discretion is advised.ġ5 July 1430, Night, Somewhere in Constantinople ![]() In 2000 Kristin and David were founding members of Noosa Longweekend, a ten day arts festival held annually in Noosa Heads, Queensland, They are still very active patrons.WARNING: The following passage is graphic. They have five children and eleven grandchildren. Kristin is married to playwright David Williamson and they divide their time between Sydney and Queensland’s Sunshine Coast. Kristin also served as Chair of the Board of The Australian Theatre for Young people for many years. #THE LAST BASTION AWARD SERIES#She was a co-writer on the television film Princess Kate and on the 13 part series Dog’s Head Bay for ABC television. She also did historical research for the film Gallipoli and for the television series The Last Bastion. Later she passed the Licentiate of Trinity College in drama and taught English and drama in high schools, lectured at the Melbourne State College, acted in fringe theatre, worked as a freelance journalist, wrote two plays for children and gained a first class honours degree in Australian history.Īfter moving to Sydney in 1979, she joined the staff of the National Times where she worked for eight years as a feature writer and columnist. After graduating she took up a scholarship at the University of Florence to study in Italian for a year. She was born in Melbourne, went to school in Geelong and then trained as a teacher. Kristin Williamson has been an actor, teacher, journalist and screenwriter and is the author of eight books, including two bestselling novels. ![]()
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