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Controlling the Sword
Controlling the Sword
Controlling the Sword
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Controlling the Sword

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Because he lost his arm in the war against Napoleon, Nicholas cannot return to Society. The ton will reject him.

Now, he lives in solitude in his estate, claiming he prefers it.

Then a child arrives. A young boy who reminds him of his past. A boy who threatens his present. A boy who must be dealt with to ensure Nicholas' own future.

"Rusch's short fiction is golden."

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Release dateJul 19, 2017
ISBN9781386196495
Controlling the Sword
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Kristine Kathryn Rusch

USA Today bestselling author Kristine Kathryn Rusch writes in almost every genre. Generally, she uses her real name (Rusch) for most of her writing. Under that name, she publishes bestselling science fiction and fantasy, award-winning mysteries, acclaimed mainstream fiction, controversial nonfiction, and the occasional romance. Her novels have made bestseller lists around the world and her short fiction has appeared in eighteen best of the year collections. She has won more than twenty-five awards for her fiction, including the Hugo, Le Prix Imaginales, the Asimov’s Readers Choice award, and the Ellery Queen Mystery Magazine Readers Choice Award. Publications from The Chicago Tribune to Booklist have included her Kris Nelscott mystery novels in their top-ten-best mystery novels of the year. The Nelscott books have received nominations for almost every award in the mystery field, including the best novel Edgar Award, and the Shamus Award. She writes goofy romance novels as award-winner Kristine Grayson, romantic suspense as Kristine Dexter, and futuristic sf as Kris DeLake.  She also edits. Beginning with work at the innovative publishing company, Pulphouse, followed by her award-winning tenure at The Magazine of Fantasy & Science Fiction, she took fifteen years off before returning to editing with the original anthology series Fiction River, published by WMG Publishing. She acts as series editor with her husband, writer Dean Wesley Smith, and edits at least two anthologies in the series per year on her own. To keep up with everything she does, go to kriswrites.com and sign up for her newsletter. To track her many pen names and series, see their individual websites (krisnelscott.com, kristinegrayson.com, krisdelake.com, retrievalartist.com, divingintothewreck.com). She lives and occasionally sleeps in Oregon.

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    Controlling the Sword - Kristine Kathryn Rusch

    Controlling the Sword

    CONTROLLING THE SWORD

    KRISTINE KATHRYN RUSCH

    WMG Publishing Inc.

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    CONTROLLING THE SWORD

    He preferred the bayonet. A musket shot poorly at best and was likely to blow up in a man’s face. A knife could be knocked free. But a bayonet garroted the enemy well, surprising a man at arm’s length and not giving him time to recover.

    But weapons debates were moot now. Nicholas spent his days in the family estates near Kent, hiding from the ton with its missish debutantes searching for a husband and randy widows expecting satisfaction. To them he was a hero. They looked at the poorly healed scar on his cheek, and saw not the edge of a blood-spattered knife that came too close to the eye, but the romantic mark of an untamed rake. They touched his empty right sleeve, pinned to his shoulder, with admiration, wanting the story. But he could not tell a green girl about the heat in Salamanca, the blood lust in the eyes of the Frenchman who slit him from shoulder to wrist, and the awful infection that made his arm swell and ache until the bone surgeons decided to hack it off.

    After three nights of witty repartee, he could take no more. He had been in hiding ever since.

    He spent his evenings alone in the library, a fire in the hearth, a glass of port clutched in his left fist. He had not realized what a luxury it had been to sit before a fire, a glass of port in one hand, a good cigar in the other—an enjoyment in which he would never again partake. The books around him had been

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