Shattered Illusions

Don’t get in the way of me and my sai. At least, not if you’re a vampire. That’s a quick way to end up dead.

My name is Ashryn Barker, and I’m a vampire hunter. One of the best in fact.

I also have a secret. One I can never tell anyone else. When I look someone in the eyes, I can see their deepest secret, the one hidden behind the illusion they show the world.

My name is Ashryn Barker, and I’m here to shatter your illusions.

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I span one of my sai on the tip of my middle finger. Maybe not the best idea, but I know what I’m doing. My training is the best in the world. When I aim for something, I don’t miss. When vampires see me, they tremble at my feet.

I wish.

But they should. I’m one of the best after all. They should be cowering the moment they hear the name Ashryn Barker. Not that they would hear me coming at all.

Okay, maybe I’m exaggerating slightly. But I am still one of the best. Though if any vampires actually know my name, then I’m screwed. And not in the fun way. Even if I’d heard that vampires were good in bed. Must be all the biting.

I’m even more screwed if they know about my other gift. Actually, I’m screwed if anyone knows about my gift. Other than exceptional training, and the uncanny ability of keeping the contents of my stomach when I kill something, I’m supposed to be as human as they come. It’s one of the rules of being a hunter. A stupid one if you ask me. Having a couple of shifters about would definitely make life easier.

I’m supposed to be human. Instead, I have the ability to shatter illusions. Sounds grand. But really it’s just kind of annoying. It means I can’t  look anyone in the eyes. At least, not without being able to see past the mask they show the world, and into their soul. Not in a life-flashing vision kind of way. More in a just-knowing-stuff way. Like Geoff, one of the other hunters. I know he likes to chat up women half his age. At least he’s fifty, I guess. Makes it just creepy, rather than inappropriate.

With a flick of my wrist, I throw my sai towards the target that’s handily hanging on the wall. I say handily, almost like I wasn’t the one who put it there. But sometimes, a girl’s got to do what she’s got to do. Including throwing knives at the wall. It helps keep my skills up, so no one bats an eyelash, luckily.

Does nothing to help with stake training though. Yet another thing I find completely ludicrous. It’s like they want to be stereotypical. Nothing says vampire hunter like wearing stake holsters or carrying around holy water. And yes, I have to do that too. Thankfully, they draw the line at garlic. But only cause it stopped working a century or so ago.

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Shattered Illusions is a standalone Urban Fantasy with a side of romance, and is available to pre-order on Amazon now!

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