Monday, March 04, 2013

Clean Sweep: Chapter 02, Part 1 - Ilona Andrews

"I needed a weapon. Something with a reach. I concentrated. The broom flowed in my hand, its plastic turning into dark metal shot through with hairline fractures of glowing brilliant blue. A razor-sharp blade formed on one end, while the shaft of the broom elongated to seven feet. An old line from an Italian martial arts manual popped into my head: the longer the spear, the less deceiving it is. Seven feet would do." 4 out of 5 http://demo.ilona-andrews.com/2012/10/clean-sweep-chapter-2-part-1/

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