Slayer: Dragon Tamer
By J.A. Culican and J.A. Armitage
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To survive, one must slay
Dragons have terrorized Julianna's village for generations. Nothing will stop her from succeeding in her first dragon hunt. Until she meets one, that is. His isn't what she was told to expect. Big, angry beast? No. Normal looking man? Um...yeah.
Ash is just as surprised by his first "dragon slayer." She's not big and tough. Sure, she's got a fire diamond sword--which she's very proud of--and some really uncomfortable looking armor, but her heart is bigger than she's willing to admit.
The war between their two races is only getting bigger and bloodier. Danger hides behind every bush, rock, and inn. As the two of them come together, they realize they have more in common than their leaders want them to notice.Together, Julianna and Ash might be able to discover what the real purpose of this war really is and find a way to stop it. For the sake of all their people: dragons and dragon slayers alike.
Start the USA Today Bestselling series from the beginning:
Book 1: Slayer
Book 2: Warrior
Book 3: Protector
J.A. Culican
J.A. Culican is a teacher by day and a writer by night. She lives in New Jersey with her husband of eleven years and their four young children. J.A. Culican's inspiration to start writing came from her children and their love for all things magical. Bedtime stories turned to reality after her oldest daughter begged her for the book from which her stories of dragons came from. In turn, the series The Keeper of Dragons was born.
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Slayer - J.A. Culican
Slayer
Book 1 Dragon Tamer
Armitage & Culican
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To our daughters…
May you grow to be brave and strong
Chapter One
I held the sword up in the air as the sun glinted off of it, blinding me for the briefest of seconds. That was something I’d have to watch out for in the future. It was also heavier than I expected it to be after unofficially training for so long with the old, battered swords. Normal swords. Boring swords. But this was no ordinary weapon. Apart from being the traditional sword of my family and my eighteenth birthday present to boot, I knew it to be hollowed out down the thickest part of the main shaft.
You aren’t going to kill a dragon holding it up in the air like that, Julianna,
Jasper said with a smirk. Do you expect them to just fly down from the sky and impale themselves on it?
I lowered my sword and stuck my tongue out at my brother. At nineteen, he was exactly one year and one day older than me, a fact he liked to lord over me at all given opportunities. He was also taller, more popular, and downright annoying.
Jasper, leave your sister alone. This time last year I seem to remember you nearly slicing off your big toe. We all have to start somewhere.
My father’s voice boomed toward us.
Jasper’s smirk transformed into a scowl and I snickered. I knew why he had a bee in his bonnet but it was hardly my fault. He had also received a sword for his eighteenth birthday which was practically identical to mine. Both had our family crest and a dragon forged onto the handle, the eyes inlaid with our birthstones. If he’d been born a day later or I’d been born a day earlier, they would be exactly the same. As it was, his had eyes of jet, a common element found naturally in the Triad Mountains, while my dragon’s eyes glittered with fire diamonds, an infinitely rare and therefore more expensive jewel. Both swords cost more than the average family in Dronios paid in a month’s rent, but thanks to the two fire diamonds, mine could also feed and clothe them for the same month if I ever had any inclination to sell it, which, of course, I never would.
Now!
My father clapped me on the shoulder nearly causing me to drop the sword. Your brother is going to show you some moves so you can get used to the weight and feel of it and when I think you’re ready, the two of you will spar. I don’t expect you to win but I do expect you to pay attention to what Jasper tells you and to at least block him. Do you understand?
Yes, Papa!
I turned to him and, lifting myself up on my tiptoes, kissed him on the cheek.
Come here, baby sister. I’ll show you how a real warrior holds a sword.
Jasper’s tight voice met my ears.
The dust swirled around my feet as I crossed the training ground to him. I idly wondered if my father would declare me the winner if I stuck the sword right in his only son’s gut. Okay, probably not, but it was a nice thought.
You’re holding your sword like a girl,
he said, taking it out of my hands.
If I hold my sword like Morganna, then I’ll be quite happy,
I replied. The legendary swordswoman brought men to their knees both figuratively and literally. Holding my sword like a girl indeed!
He took hold of my hand and placed the sword back into it, this time in a slightly different position. Damn it, it did feel better.
Now, when I give you the say so, lift your sword and copy the pose I show you.
I waited until he picked up his own sword and got himself into a position I knew to be a blocking stance. One foot was slightly behind the other to steady him, should he need it. He angled his left arm behind him while his right held his sword out in front of him so that it crossed his chest. I followed his lead and put myself in position, but as I did, it didn’t feel quite right. I wasn’t steady enough. My feet weren’t far enough apart and if I was in a real sword fight, I’d left too many parts of myself exposed. I widened my stance slightly.
Pay attention Jules,
Jasper snapped. This is important.
I looked over my shoulder to see that my father was still exactly where I left him, watching us with his hand held up to block the glare of the sun. It was important for me to do exactly what Jasper said. I didn’t want to let my father down. Closing the distance between my feet, I tried to position myself exactly how my brother stood.
That’s better. You’re learning already!
He took me through more blocking stances before he moved on to other forms of defense. After an hour and a half of protecting myself—mainly from barbed comments from my brother, but occasionally from pretend jabs of his sword—I began to tire.
I’m done with defense. You’re teaching me to protect myself against another swordsman, but we’ll be chasing dragons. I need to learn how to attack.
I was being childish but he was treating me like a child and I was annoyed.
The concept is the same. You’ll still have to defend yourself against dragons.
I couldn’t see how any of the moves he’d just taught me would help me if a dragon decided to flame me.
Go get yourself a drink of water if you’re fading,
he said, his mouth twisting back into its spiteful smirk. We’ll start on attacking moves in five minutes.
His eyebrows narrowed and he turned away, effectively dismissing me.
I didn’t want to admit it to him, but I did need a break. The sword was much heavier than the ones I was used to practicing with. I’d actually started my training a year ago on the same day Jasper did, watching him and my father from my bedroom window, wishing I was old enough to join them. The next day, as I was grabbing seedlings from the shed, I found an old practice sword and took it for myself. The feel of the sword as my hand grabbed the hilt that first time was seared into my brain, the strength and power that it represented burned into my being. Every day, I watched Jasper’s training sessions and then practiced the same moves in my bedroom. Today I’d finally be sparring with a real person and not just the shadows.
I grabbed the jug that had been left on an old wooden table and poured myself a goblet of water and one each for Jasper and Papa. The water was warm after being out in the burning sun, but it refreshed me all the same.
You’re doing well, little one.
My father took his goblet and drank before pulling a face. This would be better if it was ice cold ale.
Yes, but then you’d be too drunk to watch me kick Jasper’s a— butt, and please don’t call me little one. I’m eighteen today, a woman now!
Papa just laughed at me but Jasper had heard what I said and turned from where he’d been practicing his footwork. He took the third goblet and drained it easily. I think you’ll be lucky to block me at all, let alone kick anything,
he said. I’ll have yours on the ground before you know what’s hit you.
Now, now, you two,
Papa started before draining his drink. Save your squabble for the fight.
I put my goblet down and stalked back to the center of the dusty training ground to wait for Jasper. I did love him. He was my only brother after all, but he was a complete and utter pain in the neck.
I stalked around the training circle kicking up more dirt as I took in my surroundings. Our home sat on the outskirts of Dronios, the small village my family had belonged to since the beginning of time. The Triad Mountains hovered in the background with the promise of power only a dragon could bring me. The only known place dragons lived.
Two hours later and he’d shown me every move he knew, both attack and defense, and watched as I’d practiced each one ten times. The sun was considerably lower in the sky when Papa came over to us. I was glad that the heat of the day had gone with the lowering sun, but now that it was directly behind Jasper, I had a hard time seeing him, and he, of course, refused to move.
I think you’ve worked hard enough today,
Papa said as he wrapped an arm around my sweaty shoulders. I’m going to let you spar, but Julianna, you should use the moves you’ve learned today to block. If you think you can get an attack in, by all means, go for it but I don’t expect you to get a hit in.
Yeah, like that’s going to happen,
said Jasper as he pulled on his training armor. I don’t know why I’m even putting this on.
He smirked at me as I lifted up the armor set aside for me.
Don’t wear it. I just hope you got enough birthday money yesterday for your healer’s bill,
I retorted.
Children!
My father rolled his eyes at us and a pit of unease grew in my stomach. I wanted him to be proud of me, not think I was a pathetic little girl.
Sorry, Papa.
I lowered my head.
Jasper picked up his sword and walked to the circle drawn in chalk on the ground.
Papa?
Yes, my girl?
How can this be a fair fight?
I picked up my sword, now much more comfortable with its weight.
This is your first day. I expect it will take you months, if not years, to be as good as your brother. He is becoming quite well known for his swordsmanship. He will not hurt you.
That’s not exactly what I meant.
It irked me that my father was expecting so little of me. Jasper’s sword has been imbued with the soul of his first dragon kill. Mine is still empty.
What do you suggest? I can ask your brother to swap swords if you like but even though his sword gives him strength from the dragon, which will pass to you if you have it, I’m still certain he’ll beat you.
I don’t want his sword. That won’t be fair either. I want to use yours.
It was unbelievably cheeky of me to ask. I wouldn’t normally have dared, but I was beginning to get angry with both my father and Jasper for treating me like I was a hopeless case.
He looked down to where the sword was sheathed by his side. It had been forged in the Triad Mountains over thirty years ago by the goblins that mined there. The legendary blade was made from the rarest metal of all and had won the soul of over three hundred dragons. I’d never once seen it leave my father’s side. He stared at me as he rolled the idea over in his head.
My hopes began to rise. Would he really let me borrow it?
No, Julianna. I cannot let you use my sword.
That was that then. I was going into a fight at a disadvantage before I even started. I could have cried.
But,
my father continued, I do understand your point of view. You are right. You must do this fairly. Jasper!
he called out to my brother who ran back over to us.
Don’t tell me she’s chickened out.
He grinned.
Hand me your sword. You’ll both use old training swords of mine. They aren’t quite as heavy as these swords, but they are identical to each other which will make the fight fair.
Jasper’s face fell and now I was the one grinning.
I’ll get them, Papa. Where do you keep them?
I asked innocently. I could hardly tell either of them that I’d had one of them in my possession for a year.
They’re in a shed behind the house.
I ran around the house to the back where I retrieved one of the swords. Thankfully we had a back door, so neither of them would see me running up to my bedroom to retrieve the other from under my bed where it had laid hidden for the past twelve months. I brought both swords back outside and handed them to my father.
He took something small out of his pocket and dabbed it on the tip of one of the swords.
What’s that, Papa?
I queried.
This ink will show up as a blue mark every time Jasper hits your armor. The less blue you have on you at the end of the duel, the more successful you’ve been at defending yourself.
Just make sure you put it on my sword too,
I replied. I might not have been fighting to attack but my father had told me I could try.
Jasper still had a sour expression on his face when he took up the starting position. I faced him and bowed. The niceties should always be followed in any duel, even one where everyone thinks you are going to lose. Jasper bowed too.
On my whistle,
I heard my father say, but I didn’t break eye contact with Jasper.
One, two, three.
The shrill call of the whistle blared as my father backed away. Immediately, Jasper lunged at me. I blocked him but only just in time. He wasn’t playing. He was really trying to hurt me! Papa obviously thought the same because he blew the whistle a second time to signal the end of the duel. The quickest duel ever, after which Jasper would get a telling off for going too hard on me and I’d get a pat on the back for blocking him.
No, this wasn’t how this was going to go down. I ignored the whistle and thrust my sword forward. It was designed to put him off guard and it worked. He wasn’t ready for me. He looked over at Papa with a raised eyebrow. I flicked my eyes over to see my father’s expression. He shrugged his shoulders as if to say, Carry on.
Fine! Carry on I would!
Jasper pulled his features back into a sneer and lunged again. This time I was ready for him. I didn’t need to block; I was too quick for that. By the time his sword should have hit the armor covering my stomach, I was five inches to the right. I hopped around to his back and planted my first blue dot right in the