What do you think?
Rate this book
The Wizard, the Assassin and the Preacher: The Drunken Dragon's Tavern Book 2
Lilly the Virgin woke to bright light, birdsong and panic. She had a thousand and one things to do today and she overslept. Despite being beautiful, buxom and brainy, her appearance said otherwise. Her hair was a snarled mess the envy of any rat domicile, her wrinkled clothes needed a good cleaning, and she was so tired she couldn’t think straight. Her wide eyed messy appearance gave the village men more ammunition to prove a woman couldn’t run a business. Never mind she tamed a dragon, a unicorn, a bridge troll and a King’s Auditor.
Every man in the village wanted her to settle down and be a proper woman. Surely one woman with her own business wouldn’t topple the government or bring the world to an end. Sure, she wore britches instead of skirts, it helped her stay dry and move faster. It didn’t mean she wanted to make sweeping social changes. It didn’t matter what obstacles she overcame, the powers that be refused to admit a woman could accomplish anything outside of a home.
When a secret cabal of women convinced her to do her civic duty, she figured there was no harm. All she had to do was set in judgment over a small trial. They claimed they wanted her to take her rightful place among the movers of society. Little did Lilly know they were preparing her for trials to come. If she knew these trials included a disaster of pixies, a kidnapped wizard, and being accused of Scott’s murder, she might have stayed in bed.
Every man in the village wanted her to settle down and be a proper woman. Surely one woman with her own business wouldn’t topple the government or bring the world to an end. Sure, she wore britches instead of skirts, it helped her stay dry and move faster. It didn’t mean she wanted to make sweeping social changes. It didn’t matter what obstacles she overcame, the powers that be refused to admit a woman could accomplish anything outside of a home.
When a secret cabal of women convinced her to do her civic duty, she figured there was no harm. All she had to do was set in judgment over a small trial. They claimed they wanted her to take her rightful place among the movers of society. Little did Lilly know they were preparing her for trials to come. If she knew these trials included a disaster of pixies, a kidnapped wizard, and being accused of Scott’s murder, she might have stayed in bed.
290 pages, Kindle Edition
Published April 27, 2017
About the author
Len Streeper
10 books3 followersHowdy! My name is Len Streeper and I’m a writer. Since you’re reading this you must want to know something about me. Thank you. I hate writing these things! I never know what to say. From my point of view, I’m a pretty ordinary person. I’m quiet, I like to listen instead of talk. Until beer enters the mix, then you can’t shut me up. Just ask my wife. Now, on this cool September day I’m sitting by a small fire in my back yard writing between rain drops. A good friend suggested writing the thing’s that make me interesting. I gave her a blank stare. This brought an incredulous look from her. She pointed out things I’ve done that almost no one else has. At least in this century. I argued it isn’t interesting and she rolled her eyes. Since she’s smarter than I am I listened and here are some things she thinks make me interesting. I lived in a teepee for a few years. It’s not as glamorous as it might seem, it was more like a way of being homeless on purpose. I was a child, though, so it had some perks. What living in a tepee taught me is what it’s like to live in a teepee. I guess you can say I have a good background for surviving the zombie apocalypse. Something else living in a tepee in the mountains taught me is a pathological love of indoor plumbing and hot running water! I do think living like that influenced my desire to become a storyteller. Living a rustic lifestyle makes storytelling an integral part of daily life.
Eventually I had to go to school so we moved to Salt Lake City. There was some culture shock to be sure, but it wasn’t too bad. During my school career I discovered Role Playing Games and fell instantly in love. Here was a game where everyone has a part in the story. I’m surprised people didn’t invent these pastimes centuries ago to alleviate winter boredom.
Needless to say, I HATED English in school. To all the English teachers out there, I’m sorry, but diagraming sentences had nothing to do with storytelling. At least not back then to a teenager who’s imagination was fueled by hormones.
Highschool led to art school. I went to art school instead of writing school because I thought writers needed to be good at English. Considering the difficulties I had in English classes it’s a wonder I can even speak the language.
Art school led to being a starving artist. Since I experienced enough hunger while living in the tepee, I took on several non art related jobs and bounced around from state to state for a while. I ended up back in Utah and got married then had a kid. The thing’s a kid can teach you…wow! I eventually got a job as a graphic designer just to prove all the money spent on art school wasn’t a waste. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love being a graphic designer. It’s incredibly rewarding to make a living from my art.
Through all my years I still told stories in one form or another. Somewhere around twenty I decided to put pen to paper to try selling those stories. Judging from the pile of rejection letters I got, this wasn’t my calling. But it’s fun so I keep doing it. If you’ve read my stories I hope you enjoyed them and you have my profound gratitude.
Thank you for taking the time to read this far. I’m humbled that you found these ramblings interesting enough to make it to the end! Thank you, and I hope you feel like you know me a little bit now.
Eventually I had to go to school so we moved to Salt Lake City. There was some culture shock to be sure, but it wasn’t too bad. During my school career I discovered Role Playing Games and fell instantly in love. Here was a game where everyone has a part in the story. I’m surprised people didn’t invent these pastimes centuries ago to alleviate winter boredom.
Needless to say, I HATED English in school. To all the English teachers out there, I’m sorry, but diagraming sentences had nothing to do with storytelling. At least not back then to a teenager who’s imagination was fueled by hormones.
Highschool led to art school. I went to art school instead of writing school because I thought writers needed to be good at English. Considering the difficulties I had in English classes it’s a wonder I can even speak the language.
Art school led to being a starving artist. Since I experienced enough hunger while living in the tepee, I took on several non art related jobs and bounced around from state to state for a while. I ended up back in Utah and got married then had a kid. The thing’s a kid can teach you…wow! I eventually got a job as a graphic designer just to prove all the money spent on art school wasn’t a waste. Don’t get me wrong, I absolutely love being a graphic designer. It’s incredibly rewarding to make a living from my art.
Through all my years I still told stories in one form or another. Somewhere around twenty I decided to put pen to paper to try selling those stories. Judging from the pile of rejection letters I got, this wasn’t my calling. But it’s fun so I keep doing it. If you’ve read my stories I hope you enjoyed them and you have my profound gratitude.
Thank you for taking the time to read this far. I’m humbled that you found these ramblings interesting enough to make it to the end! Thank you, and I hope you feel like you know me a little bit now.
Ratings & Reviews
Friends & Following
Create a free account to discover what your friends think of this book!
Community Reviews
Displaying 1 of 1 review
May 12, 2017
This book kept the lighthearted feel of the last book as well as the humor, but it added a new level of suspense and a whole slew of characters. What does a unicorn do in relation to a virgin? Why can't dragons and wizards be friends? And how do you keep a hired assassin from killing you???
Displaying 1 of 1 review