Silk

Ah yes, silklantern.com, if you love fan fic and Robert Jordan you'll love silk. Actually a couple of friends of mine (and long time silk writers) are back on. I may post the bio of Telik Fal'shon, Shienaran killer of Aes Sedai...maybe. I mean, he does rock. I may even jump in. Only one thing holds me back. I haven't read the books in while, and the fanboys on there may tear me limb from limb about why a Shienaran uses a longbow when the longbow is almost exclusively a Two Rivers weapon. Ok that really happened. I forget how I changed it and staunched the literary bloodflow.

Oh, and stop making all your characters swordmasters and unstoppable Ash'aman silklantern folk, I mean how many wolflords are running aroun Tear anyway? Don't even get me started on Wolfsisters and the like. Oh, or Inuyasha-knock-off-Vampire Hunter D-anime-type-effiminate-warriors who can channel. Done with those as well.

I am faster than 80% of all snakes.


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“He was quite mad you know,” Dobs had a knack for stating the obvious.

“Yes, I know,” Telik’s voice was hushed and thick with emotion.

“We’re going to die, you know that?” Dobs whispered in the cold darkness.

“Perhaps,” Telik shifted his weight as he stood in the shadow of a thick needled fir. He glanced down at the horsebow in his hand and gently caressed the gray feathered shaft knocked tightly to the taught bowstring. It was a marvelous weapon. Crafted from a single piece of ash the bow was short but powerful and deadly accurate. It had been his brother’s bow. Kyl had been a better shot than Telik but the younger Fal’shon never bragged. Kyl was a humble man, a man to be admired and respected, a natural leader. Telik loved him more than life and would have done anything for him. But Telik was not there when Kyl died. He was hundreds of miles from his family’s farm on the Arafel-Shienar border. Telik wept for days when he heard of his brother’s death, his brother’s murder. Something good had gone out of him then, something he could never recover, and from that day on Telik thought only of death. The only honor he had left was in death, either his own or the death of his enemies.

“Light, its cold,” Dobs cupped his hands over his mouth and blew sending a misty cloud into the clear night air. A full moon shone down through trees from a cloudless winter sky. Telik smiled grimly, it was a good night for revenge. Kyl had always been lucky. He had never broken a bone. He had never had an accident while tending their father’s cows. He had never even fallen sick as long as Telik could remember. He had been uncommonly lucky. Telik frowned. If only he had been there when they came for him. The tall hunter ground his teeth in the frozen darkness. He could have done nothing. Four Aes Sedai, red sisters, had come upon Kyl unawares as his father was tending the herd and murdered the young man. “A dangerous creature,” is how they described Kyl to Dobs when the big man came running at his younger cousin’s screams. Telik did not blame Dobs for not attacking the Aes Sedai then. Four sisters would have made short work of the dark haired giant, even if he had been armed.

Hoof beats sounded on the hard packed earth and Telik looked toward the narrow road that snaked its way through the towering fir trees. Two Aes Sedai appeared through a tangle of branches. Swathed in thick cloaks against the cold, they were talking in low tones as their horses meandered down the dirt trail at a walk. Dobs tensed visibly at the sight of the two sisters. Terrible memories flooded the bearish man’s mind as he readied his bow. Telik did not hesitate and drew the soft gray fletching to his sun-browned face. His breathing came slow and even as the first woman came to a opening in the branches. Telik knew he would only get one shot. The lead Aes Sedai’s mount stopped in the clearing and snorted softly at the sound of the creaking bowstring. Deep silence followed as the second sister came up along side the first.

“What is it Deidre?” Telik could see the Aes Sedai in the moonlight scanning the trees, had she seen him? Telik loosed. Crouching in the bright moonlight Telik smiled bitterly down at the cold, ageless face of the Aes Sedai. Dobs was busy dragging the body of the second sister into a still-green thicket of winterfern. Blood ran in thick rivulets down the sides of the woman’s mouth but even death could not erase the serenity on her face. “An Aes Sedai to the end,” Telik whispered in the darkness lifting the woman over his shoulder and trudging toward the winterfern thicket. By morning little would be left of the two sisters. Wolves were not gentle with their meat. Telik felt little relief as he and Dobs stalked through the tall trees to where their mounts were tethered. Two more Aes Sedai murderers still breathed. His work was only half done. He would be hunted, he knew. The White Tower had no mercy for those who killed Aes Sedai. But Telik had never hoped for mercy, only vengeance.