Nenfari: an Assassin's Flower novella

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In a city of political intrigue and betrayal, assassin-in-training, D'hara trusts only her beloved born-for slave, Aldrar. A disappointment to her parents and herself, without the mysterious "Change," D'hara can't follow the path of her High Assassin mother. With Aldrar's newborn chosen for sacrifice, D'hara braves the wrath of the Prophet God's priests and the hazards of the city Below. Dark S&S. More
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About Lionrhod

A writer of fantasy and non-fiction metaphysics, Lionrhod (pronounced LION-rod as the h is silent) caught the writing bug at age 8. Inspired by her writer mother, she wrote an extremely lousy and highly plagiarized story about a pony. From there, she went on to focus on science fiction and fantasy as well as romance, and when she realized that she was a Witch, articles on Wicca and Magick. As an avid Dungeons and Dragon's player, she has written several articles for that sort of thing and one of her pieces was featured in a TSR module way back before they became Wizards of the Coast. She has also written for Green Egg.

She tends to write slow, though that is changing!

She has been a witch and wysard (yes we spell it funny) for most of her life. She works as a professional psychic and a teacher of metaphysics. When she isn't glued to the keyboard, she enjoys hiking in the woods, gardening, cooking and yak wrangling. She is presently working on creating a rescue for large breed dogs and for retired animals.

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Reviews of Nenfari: an Assassin's Flower novella by Lionrhod

Elga Antonsen reviewed on July 26, 2013

Reading Lionrhod's story is like plunging into the many textured depths of intrigue. I am drawn in by the elegance of detail, noting sunsets "aglow with citrine and amethyst," and honoring winds with tinkling bells.

The age-old struggle between mother and daughter is shown by such lines as: "She waved a manicured hand sending the scent of ripened fruits and musk," contrasted with her daughter's feeling of awkwardness in the grime of battle practice.

The intricate imagery shows a world rich with ritual in a harsh environment with gut wrenching trysts with death.

I was enthralled from beginning to end, wanting more.
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