Incoming Monsters #SampleSunday

The eBook of SWORD AND SORCERESS 31 is available for pre-order! It’s due out in eBook and paper on November 2, 2016, but you can pre-order the electronic version NOW! Yay! Click here for the list of contributors and the pre-order links for Kindle, Kobo, and Nook formats.

My story in this anthology is “Simplicity,” in which the warrior Pimchan is sent two children as slaves. They’re white foreigners — known to Pimchan’s people as “monsters.”

Incoming Monsters

excerpt from “Simplicity”
by Marian Allen

Nadia pointed to the bags and said, “You. Bring.” She mimed picking up the boxes.

The girl monster burst into sobs. The boy embraced her and said, “Don’t be afraid, Mandy. Mother and Father would want us to be brave.”

Pimchan exchanged startled looks with Nadia. Who would have suspected that monsters were civilized enough to revere their ancestors?

Nadia clapped for the children’s attention. “You speak the Beautiful Language?”

The boy nodded. The girl swallowed her sobs and nodded, as well.

“Then know that you have nothing to be afraid of. You’re now in the service of the finest Warrior and the most generous and just mistress in all the world.” It gratified Pimchan to hear Nadia say so, even though she realized Nadia had said it to aggrandize herself, not her mistress. “Her name is Pimchan, but you must always call her Mistress. My name is Nadia, and you may call me that, although you must always speak and behave to both of us with respect. You are slaves. You no longer have the names you were given elsewhere. Here, you’re Pimchan’s Male and Pimchan’s Female. If you work hard and behave yourselves, someday you may be named and freed, as I was. Do you understand?”

The girl, round eyes wide, whispered yes. The boy, a flush of something – was it pride? – on his cheekbones, jerked a grudging nod.

Nadia continued, “There are rooms for you. Actual rooms, not corners of store rooms or stables. You’re very lucky children.”

The girl began sniveling, clutching her brother’s hand.

The Warrior scowled. Nadia and Nandan had never mewled so, insofar as she knew. Of course, Nadia and Nandan hadn’t been in a land across the sea from their own people, caged and moved secretly to what might as well be the far side of the moon, where they knew no one but one another.

Pimchan said, “I will not be kept awake by a puppy taken before it was weaned. Let them share a room for the rest of the night. Begin their training in the morning, as Tyana trained you.”

She strode past the three, down the corridor to her room. From that darkness, she saw Nadia, carrying one of the boxes, directing the girl, who carried the torch, to the room Nadia had used when she was Pimchan’s Female.

Pimchan reopened the All-Father’s letter and read it again, this time reading between the lines.

Their parents were advisers to my court …. The parents were reportedly killed by footpads…. Other Fahr-ang are demanding I release these children to them, but I am disinclined to do so.

I present them to you, nameless, as is customary.

What was the All-Father dragging her into this time? What had he dragged those children into?


A WRITING PROMPT FOR YOU: A character uses a child to manipulate a situation.





I was born in Louisville, Kentucky, but now live in the woods in southern Indiana. Though I only write fiction, I love to read non-fiction. The more I learn about this world, the more fantastic I see it is.

You may also like...

One thought on “Incoming Monsters #SampleSunday

  1. Jane

    October 2, 2016 at 8:31am

    Such a great big deal! ANOTHER story in the MZB anthology!!!

    Excellent excerpt. Eager to see the rest! YAY!!

    Permalink  ⋅ Reply
  2. Dan Antion

    October 14, 2016 at 5:08pm

    Either your schedule has gone kerfluie, or I had more beer than I remember at lunch.

    Since I was absent for so long, I’m not taking any chances

    Permalink  ⋅ Reply
    • Author

      Marian Allen

      October 15, 2016 at 9:52am

      I had a post up every day, as always, but my Real Life schedule definitely went kerfluie. I ran myself ragged at Imaginarium! Worth every minute!

      Permalink  ⋅ Reply

Leave a Reply, If You Ple-az

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.