Matthew Maine—The Voidwalker Saga

Lura’s knife flew through the air toward Tanzik’s captor as rain drizzled down amid a clash of thunder. He swung his sword in one precise downward arc and the sharp clang of steel on steel rang through the air as the two blades connected. Lura’s eyes widened incredulously. She hadn’t expected someone of his age and size to be fast enough to block a knife like that. He rushed toward her and Tanzik threw the handful of sand he had gathered in his face. He stumbled and rubbed his eyes, giving Lura enough time to take out her bow as she ran back a few paces. Tanzik made a move for the knife that Lura had thrown, but his captor swung down his sword. Another loud clang split the air as Lura shot an arrow that hit the hilt of the sword, knocking it out of his hands. Tanzik grabbed the knife and scurried out of reach of the man’s sword. The rain began to fall in sheets, drenching them all and making the ground slippery with mud. Tanzik slicked his hair back as he struggled to his feet. His cap...