the smuggler’s bible


He walks a slow circle, trying to keep the table between them. It’s a delicate waltz, but Hiro knows the steps.

“I’ll tell you a secret,” he says. “A lot of people think the blade is silvered.” He shrugs. “But it’s just a sword.”

The creature snarls and leaps. Slavering jaws snap shut on air as Hiro sidesteps and slashes twice quickly.

“My point is that the instrument doesn’t need to be special. It might as well be a golf club. Man has the power to destroy. We can’t help ourselves,” Hiro says, advancing. “It’s our gift from the gods.”