About the Series

The Assassin Without a Name fantasy adventure series features an assassin with a skill for murder and a penchant for fine wine. Through happenstance and a compulsion to look after his interests, the Nameless Assassin becomes embroiled with malignant forces, and not in a good way. Hunted by Black Guardsmen, plagued by death priests, and reluctantly involved with a society whose mission is to further the advance of technology (some of it ‘dark’ technology), our reluctant hero may take the high road at times, but the memory of one glorious night of murder, when he gave up his true identity and never looked back, always lurks in his mind.

Now, with his city under threat, the Assassin Without a Name will do whatever it takes to preserve his way of life and protect the family who thinks him dead. He gave up his life once so that others could live. If he has to, he’ll do it again.

This is sword and sorcery at its best.

Light from torches held by Jakaree priests standing all around the machine made its metal shine. Or maybe it gave off a glow of its own as it spun and whirled around the exact thing I was hoping wouldn’t be there: a ball of energy so dark it was a sphere of utter blackness amidst the machine’s otherwise metallic sheen.

The Assassin's Blade

Assassin Without a Name Book One

I had a name once, same as everyone else, but after one glorious night of murder, it was no longer safe to use.

Small sacrifice for ensuring my sister's safety, I figured. So now I don't use one. In my line of work, it's not necessary anyway. What is my line of work? Murder, of course, though I fancy myself more than just an assassin. Gentleman, thief, wine connoisseur, adventurer, a man of a thousand names and none. I'm all of those things and more.

My life was about as normal as one could hope when one particular job came along. Kill the artificer, steal the plans, make an exchange. Simple enough, until a band of fanatical priests ambushed and tried to kill me. Turns out the plans have something to do with a source of dark energy. The priests aren't the only ones interested in it, either. I've no interest in being a hero, but I'll do whatever I have to do to keep my city—and my sister—safe.

There's already blood on my hands. What's a little more?

Moonless nights are always the best nights for an ambush. They’re also the best for transporting illicit goods you don’t want the authorities knowing anything about. Too bad for the six Black Guardsmen traipsing down the dark lane below that I’m not the authorities.

The Assassin's Cunning

Assassin Without a Name Book Two

Some days it seems like everyone wants you dead.

The deadline for the Black Guardsmen to leave Alchester has come and gone, and now it’s up to the Assassin Without a Name to act on his threat. While he’s not above killing every last mercenary for the trouble they’ve caused him, he decides on a different course of action when Gwendolyn Goddard requests a meeting. In exchange for killing a rival, she offers to call off her Black Guard watchdogs. The catch? The mark is Atticus Drake, a trusted friend and ally.

Meanwhile, the Warders and Jakaree continue to pursue their dark agendas. For the Warders, frustration leads to more direct action against the Nameless Assassin and his continued interference. The Jakaree, however, recognizing the need for alliances, offer to make a temporary one in hopes of striking a blow against the Warders. Trusting a death priest is never a good idea, but with questions continuing to mount about the Warders, the Assassin Without a Name reluctantly agrees to join them.

Whatever their ultimate goals, the Jakaree and Warders remain in balance until a blood witch comes to town looking for revenge against Mathilda. While the witch has an agenda all her own, her presence threatens to turn the tide in the wrong direction for good.

Deception, intrigue, danger, infernal science run amuck, and half the city wanting him dead? It’s just another day in the life of the Assassin Without a Name.