Excerpt: The Soul Blade

The Perfidious Clam appeared to be a ramshackle oversized building along the beach that had been attacked by crazed decorators armed with lengths of blinking Christmas lights. Its clientele dressed in typical beachwear fashions; swimsuits with coverups or shorts for the women and swimsuits or shorts with t-shirts for the men. Brenna worked to keep her eyes focused on the floor, not wanting to trigger the Soul Blade's imperative to produce the next generation of weilder. Even her not looking wasn't helping. Urges that she fought to control grew within her just from the scents and sounds of the men around her. Brenna squeezed her friend's arm.