A gripping Blood Bowl-inspired tale from recognized writer of fiction Ian H. McKinley and artist Sébastien Meunier. Visit a world where sport has replaced warfare, and wherein “footy” is so popular entire cultures have changed their practises so that their teams can compete for the Blue Blood Cup.
Jacyntha survived the Mytilan Militantes inaugural season. Now she faces tougher challenges: a team divided, a cheating rival, and an arrogant star who’s supposed to be her teammate! And all that’s before the Royal Navy seizes their ship en route to a match. No wonder her boss, Cassandra Thordwall, is seeking help from someone with a gunne …
What happens next will leave you longing for the next episode of Up and Under Season 2.
The ball was big and round. It was thick polished leather stitched around an interior cavity stuffed with wool. And it was heavy! With a cry, Jacyntha twisted, torquing momentum into the damned thing, and she hefted it with all her wilting strength, her throwing arm pitching it all of ten paces through the air to Anahuark. The Militantes’ trouble-making catcher caught it with both arms, spinning as she did so, a grunt exploding from her lungs.
Cassandra Thordwall pointed a finger at all but one of her counterparts, a dozen team owners gathered around the massive oak table in the Cámara de Comercio de Guayamartí. The encounter, a meeting of the Board of Governors of the Sommer Sea Football League, might have been better held in the league offices, but last autumn Thordwall herself had ransacked them. So the chamber of commerce had rented the league the space … after the team owners had fronted a significant damage deposit.
She opened the door to the night and took a deep breath of the sea air coming in off the Calxi Strait. Then she turned and laid the palm of her hand against Umberto’s cheek. “My dear, there’s one thing makes me wonder about what really happened that night.”
Ten Months Hence This assassin’s an idiot. Umberto’s own training would have prevented him from the “I got you now” smirk. The thought flashed through his mind, then the night became nothing but action and reaction; training and restraining; there and avoid the thereafter. The dagger in the assassin’s right hand stabbed forward but Umberto
