Freebies and a Teaser from MrCage

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A new erotic magical fantasy has come out by my favorite author, you know who. In this one the oriental Daughter of Kali Assassin Riya has to fight a Nordic slave pit fighter in the deadly Caldor City Bull Pit. You?ll remember, if you read them, in Sorceress of the Pale Breed the lead character merely talks about the fights she had as a peasant girl, in Assassin for the Pale Breed Riya has a razor chain and dagger bloody death fight with another female assassin, and now in Redeemer of the Pale Breed I get as close to a Cage Fight as I think I can in a published book. This fight lasts several pages filling much of a chapter. Other fights are viewed. The brutal slave pit fights are detailed as background to the vile society the hero and heroine have penetrated. Riya can?t use her deadly assassin skills since she has to appear to be no more than another slave fighter so the fight is long, brutal and bloody.

For those of you who buy the book and send me the first two lines of the last chapter I?ll send you a freebie: Celebrity Kat House. This story has 12800 words with pictures of the two celebrities having a difficult real life moment together in front of the photographers. These ladies were part of a Celebrity Big Brother House in Great Britain and apparently became ?famous? for more than their fifteen minutes. Anyway, I wrote this as a request for one of my fans that helps my favorite author by proofing books before submission.

Now for those who bought books one and two (or said they did to get the earlier freebies but didn?t actually throw down the bucks - wink), send me the first two lines of the last chapters of one of those books and I?ll send you a second freebie: Ms. Teen Pacific Bikini Contest. This is a four girl teen beach fight by moonlight under the pier after a contentious bikini contest. As before the story was a request with the pictures of the specified fighters included (or excluded for those who can?t receive files with pictures in them). This is a 4500 word story.

Why am I giving freebies? One, my favorite author needs the sales and he?s not being interviewed anytime by Oprah or reviewed in the New York Times. Two, just like here I?m sure my favorite author likes knowing his efforts aren?t wasted. Everyone writes to be read.

Below is an excerpt from the chapter that includes the fight. Characters, sites, causes, etc. have been explained prior to this chapter. The few things that you should know: Timothy the hero can wear the Skin of people he?s killed hence he?s called Bull Hadrian/Timothy when he wears Bull Hadrian?s Skin, Despair is a dark bent sorceress know by her friends as Desi and everyone who has seen her work magic as Demon Eyes, and one of the ways she tortures is to place someone on a pain star which keeps them in agony for eternity but since all that screaming disturbs the peace their screams are only heard once a day so they are called Roosters.

Excerpt from Redeemer of the Pale Breed:
?Three mage balls helped light the Bull Pit. It was Fourth Day and Fight Night. Every seat around Bull Hadrian?s infamous fight ring was occupied. The paying audience was roaring for more blood as bets on each round were settled. So far three preliminary fights had gone well for the Crew fighters: two wins and a loss. A big heavyweight fight between two large Scandian brawlers, property of competing traders, was well into its fifth round and the crowd was happy with the prolonged carnage. Neither woman was ready to go down yet. One or both might die.

Owners, fighters yet to fight, winners still able to sit up straight, senators and their guests, and the denizens of Caldor important enough to sit with Bull Hadrian filled The Gallows, an exclusive box of seats for the criminal elite, carved into the side of Hanging Cliff. Appropriately enough, The Gallows had been built on top of the old outcropping of rock where Caldor City?s ancient gallows had stood. Despair said places and names had symbolic significance that long outlived their creators. If so, then Riya feared they had stayed too long at the top of Hanging Cliff and had no business challenging fate by sitting in The Gallows.

Riya sat beside Jackson in his guise as Timothy. Jackson sat beside the fake Bull Hadrian. Everyone would see both the Legate and Bull Hadrian cheering on their favorite fighter. The ruse had worked perfectly so far. No one had connected the predations of the Night Stalker to Bull or Timothy. Despair stood near the private entrance, her back to the black wall of the cliff. No one stood near her. Periodically someone would glance at her and then shiver.

Demon Eyes had become a popular figure in what passed for morality tales told to children and adults alike. In the old days they said, ?Mess with Bull and get the Horn.? Now they said, ?Bother Bull and Demon Eyes will make you a Rooster.? Despair replaced her normal unnerving girlish smile with a terrifying glare. She hated these fights, or more correctly she hated watching Riya get punished. Despair had no appreciation for rules when it came to fighting. She would have made a good Daughter of Kali, but Kali probably feared her too much.

A long departed pirate had built the arena now called the Bull Pit on a wide natural step on the back side of the cliff that gave Hanging Cliff half its name. The Bull Pen was about three tall men above them and the Rift River was twenty tall men below. Two broad stairways cut into the face of the cliff led up to the square. A private spiral tunnel led down from the Bull Pen. Getting into the tunnel, and therefore The Gallows, required an invitation by the boss of Hanging Cliff. The general audience stood on great oval arena-style ledges. The elites clamored to sit in The Gallows. It was the closest think Caldor had to a coliseum.

Boris Teal, one of the trader faction?s most influential senators, was the guest of honor. He had brought a dozen toughs and ten women, including three fighters for the night?s fights. One fighter had been carried out of the ring and probably tossed in a meat wagon. Teal didn?t have Healers to circumvent the Ladies of the Flowers prohibition against ring fighting and even if he did he didn?t seem the kind to reward a losing fighter. Another fighter was wrapped in a bloody robe, moaning as her wounds were treated by a prostitute with spirit water and a sea sponge. She had won her fight. His other fighter glared at Riya. The two of them were the last fight on the card. The creature was a Scandian, bigger and taller that Riya, but there were only three broad weight classes so Riya was always fighting someone bigger.

Lady Chi and the newly returned Lady Dar sat with two Seers, a war witch and two Healers very near trader Teal. Lady Chi would ?convince? Teal of the mutual benefits of an association with The Crew and the Fishing faction. As part of the deal he would get the two Seers, war witch and Healers as a token of Bull?s good intentions. Of course, the longer he stayed close to the Seers the more friendly he became to Bull Hadrian and the Legate. As always, Riya told herself she was wrong this time, Timothy was just using the tools at hand.

Lady Dar was glaring, more so than usual. Lady Chi was now clearly Timothy?s Seer as well as the Ten?s reliable agent. Dar had been trying to get back to Timothy since giving birth and leaving Timothy?s daughter in her Line?s cr?che somewhere on the High Plateau. Seers did not concern themselves with their children. The Little Mother had visited Timothy last night to plan tonight?s activities. Apparently Dar had been such a pest that Melody Rivera decided to drop her into Caldor just before the mission climaxed. It might make things even more complicated with Despair, but Riya wasn?t going to waste time on that now. There was a woman sitting six seats away from her who fully intended to beat her senseless or worse.

In the ring, the bloodier Scandian connected with a desperate crushing right to her opponent?s swollen nose. Her opponent crumpled, bare feet under her exposed ass. Her sweaty fighting skirt stuck to her belly exposing her sex for the audience to jeer. Her battered, nipple-raw breasts heaved as she labored to breathe through an open bloody mouth. The nude female referee armed with a wooden stick with short sharp spikes to control the fighters, moved in and started the count. The downed woman had to sixty to stand. At sixty the referee looked up to The Gallows to see if the woman?s owner conceded. He didn?t. The referee signaled two big male thugs, supplied by neutral parties, to pick up the downed woman and stand her in a corner. Pails of river water were thrown over both women and the fight restarted. The woman in the corner took a dozen blows to the head and body before her ass fell off the turnbuckle and she slipped to the bloody wooden-plank floor. She was stood up again, but her legs couldn?t hold her. They hooked her arms over the ropes. The fight was restarted, but the unconscious fighter?s arms slipped and she was down again. The referee did another count and called the fight.

Riya looked out over the side of the Bull Pit. As she stood to begin the descent to the ring she could see smoke still rising from the edge of Sea Green, back three boroughs into formerly True Church territory. The Knights of the Order and their mob had come as predicted. The High Plateau bow-women supported by Seers and war witches were waiting on rooftops with swordmasters guarding the first floors. The incursion was allowed to get to an intersection near the Church. Then the Fishing faction attacked, shoulder to shoulder, with harpoons for spears and barrel lids for shields. Bull/Timothy and his High Captain had organized them into an ad hoc Clan Bane shield-wall. High Plateau swordmasters covered the flanks and provided rank-closers.

The knights and their thug militia had never met organized resistance. The priests had minimal Talents and were not connected to their Faith Elemental. The Seers feasted and then joined the bow-women in raining down death on the massed ranks from above. The Fishing faction marched methodically forward, kept in formation by the swordmasters. The incursion turned into a rout, then a slaughter. Riya had been beside Despair when she cut off the knights? retreat with a wall of green flame.

The fishermen, like most of Caldor, had lived in fear of the knights. Seeing their enemies beaten, they not only took the True Church and the surrounding neighborhood, they drove into the nearest True God boroughs. Timothy had argued the knights were a hard shell with nothing but soft yolks beneath. He had been righter than he expected. Timothy let the fishermen exact retribution. They burned thirty churches and liberated three boroughs, stopping only when running knights and priests burnt a bridge over a tributary river.
They had found the pens where the women and girls had been locked after liberation. Caldor was a hard place for women, but what the fishermen found shocked what little conscience the city had. The priests? free food and care apparently lasted only until the borough seat was won. Then the women and female children not worthy of rape were locked away with virtually no food, water or hygiene, to rot. They were whipped to work when there was something to do, but usually they just waited to die.

Bull/Timothy had ordered the male prisoners to be gathered at the burnt bridge. Despair had drawn a large pain star in her own blood. No one objected. Two hundred and thirty-six new Bull?s Roosters sang in full view of the True Church?s Heaven on Earth. The victory and the stories of what the fishermen found burned through Caldor like a wildfire. The inevitability of the Knights of the Cross had been punctured and the truth behind the Order of Divinity?s charity had been exposed. The Ladies of the Flowers still would not take sides, but they funneled help to the surviving women and children and did not punish the fishermen for arming themselves. The City was ripe for violence. Tonight?s crowd was even uglier than normal. Soon, very soon, the fire would be lit, perhaps tonight. Riya was ready to leave.

Two-thirds of the crowd wanted to see her face and unmarked body destroyed. The other fighter glared at her. The woman?s face was scarred. Her breasts showed the signs of repeated beatings. The skin of her ribs was stiff and leathery. Most women didn?t last ten fights, but this one had been in thirty. The key to turning people into trained savages was directing their anger against someone else. Train the fighters to hate each other, not those forcing them to fight or those cheering for their destruction. The crowd?s own furies were just as misdirected. Riya understood them. Her life had been a series of individual vengeances, taking on people who for most part had never done her direct harm. She was learning too much for her own good.

She barred those thoughts from her mind. She needed to be alert. This wasn?t her first time in a fight ring. Riya had once traveled with a trader merchant as a fighter just to infiltrate a High Man?s estate. Making the kill was far easier than the fights along the way. Assassins were taught to fight of course, but assassins abhorred a fair fight and a fight longer than a few seconds usually ended in death by bodyguard. The rules required her not to use her skills. She couldn?t kick, she couldn?t grapple, she couldn?t gouge the eyes, and she couldn?t attack while her target was unprepared. She had to stand up and exchange fists, forearms, elbows and head-butts over an unlimited number of three-minute rounds until one of them was unable to continue.

The wind prickled Riya?s skin, causing her nipples to stiffen. She was bare to the waist, wearing a tiny green cloth skirt with nothing underneath. The skirt was designed to just cover her sex, granting glimpses to those at ringside or to everyone if she got knocked down. She could hear the taunts about her nipples, but nothing really registered. Riya shutdown her mind until it was over. She waited calmly, excluding even Timothy from her thoughts as they wound the rough leather straps around her arms from her elbows down to her fists. Her hand was wrapped first with thin strips. Then she was given a shaped wooden grip to grasp, fixing her hand in a fist. Finally the heavier leather straps were used to lock her hands in fists. The outer surface would grip, abrade and tear skin. Blood was all-important to the enjoyment of the audience. Finally a leather biting strip was put into her mouth in order to insure she didn?t bite as much as to protect her teeth and jaw.

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The Scandian?s blonde hair was hacked off short. Riya wore her long black hair in a tight braid down the back. The woman closed fast and tried to overwhelm Riya. Being smaller than most, she expected it. Restraining her instincts to drop and snap the woman?s knee with a hook kick, she ducked and sidestepped. The woman was fast and strong. Riya?s right ribs and left shoulder took solid punches. Riya sent six short fast annoyance punches into the woman?s skirt and then moved around. The crowd roared. They loved seeing breasts and mounds struck, even if bellies and head punches were much more effective. Still, low blows almost always enraged the other fighter and put her attention lower than it should be.

Riya moved in and out. Her right eye took a glancing shot. Her breast was crushed sending a wave of pain into her head and garnering a roar of approval. The woman smiled, sneering as though she had scored a victory. Riya danced around her, jabbing through the woman?s punches, not with force but with intent. By the time the round ended, the woman?s eyebrows and cheeks were bright red. The scar tissue there was Riya?s true target.
The brief one minute rest was taken standing, without water, unlike the common practice in the east. (This is the end of excerpt, but not the book.)

The rest of the fight is in the book. Like before, if you?re interested in the book, or books e-mail at [email protected] and tell me you want the links to the books. I?ll send you the official promo provided by the author with the links to the e-book publisher. I?ll send you the freebie as soon as you send me back the first two sentence of the last chapter. Yes that?s right I?m bribing you to buy the book.