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Wednesday, May 09, 2012
Usually, I do book reviews, but in this case, I'm reviewing a short story called The Assassin's Mistress. This thriller short story was sent to me by the author, J.H. Bogran. I've written short stories before, but this is my first time to review one.
The assassin, Robert I. Prescott, saves the life of a woman, Chantal, who has skied off the cliff of a mountain and is hanging on with freezing fingers. Saving a life is new for him and this incident leads to an ongoing affair. Robert continues his work of killing those he's hired to take care of. He has no qualms about his avocation.
But then, he's assigned a job that could change his life, and, just as importantly, Chantal's life. He has to make a decision. What he does indeed changes lives, but not in the way he expected or hoped.
The Assassin's Mistress is only fourteen pages long, yet in that short time, you get to know the two main characters enough that you care about them. I don't know if there are other stories starring Robert Prescott, but I could certainly see a full book with him. Even with just this small piece, he was developed enough that he could carry a book, which would undoubtedly reveal more of his story.
Note: This book also contained two short stories by other authors.
I give The Assassin's Mistress a rating of Hel-of-a-Character because I'd like to read more Robert I. Prescott tales.
FTC Disclaimer: The Assassin's Mistress was given to me by the author, J. H. Bogran. This did not influence my review. The story did make me wonder how one becomes an assassin. Do you kill someone, then put a notice in the paper that you're ready and willing to be hired? Do you post an ad online? Is there a school for assassins to learn to do karate, lift weights, slink past security beams and fly a plane after you've killed the pilot? (None of those things happen in this story. I'm just thinking up scenarios.) Would I have to learn to ski and shoot a gun? I've skied before, but I'm not good at it. I'm bunny slopes and ski plows the whole way. But I might be able to do a gun. Uh-huh. I shot a rifle this past weekend. My first time to ever hold a gun. I not only held it, I loaded it, aimed it, and hit one out of 9 clay pigeons. (Don't know why they call them pigeons since they're really clay discs.) So maybe I'll go into assassin training. Look out all you clay discs!