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Roots Run Deep
by A. J. Walker   

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She fought her way up from a shanty town to a palace in order to change the world, but her hardest challenge was to change herself.
When a small-time goblin gambler falls in love with a deposed human king, the least of her worries is his vengeful usurper. Kip Itxaron has to follow religious visions despite having lost her faith, unite her squabbling people, find the fabled Lost Tribe of Goblinkin, overcome her fear of battle, and somehow be a leader to a people who have never had one.
But thatís nothing compared with loving someone who reminds her of every man sheís ever hated. Human men can barely be called male. Pasty skin, weak bodies. . .they donít even have tusks! Not to mention that when he was in power he treated her people just as badly as the rest of them. Kip can see heís changed, but has he changed enough? Can she change enough?

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CHAPTER ONE

Kip Itxaron trudged down Rain Street, wending her way around the dirty puddles and heaps of animal droppings. The young goblin gazed absently at the ragged people who struggled along the muddy lane, its sides lined with shabby storefronts. A hobgoblin pushed a cart piled with rags while his wife scoured the gutters, occasionally stooping to pick up a shred of cloth and adding it to the load. A group of kids sat on a front step smoking dreamweed. Under a patched tarpaulin, two old women served up steaming bowls of mule meat soup to a crowd of hobgoblin laborers. The hulky men, their rough skin a duskier hue of green than the womenís and caked with dirt, eagerly slurped their lunch, licking their tusks with relish.

Kipís stomach grumbled; she hadnít eaten since the day before. She tightened her belt and kept walking.

Rain Street was the main thoroughfare through the center of the Goblin Reservation. At its eastern end, on the summit of a rocky hill on which grew only briars and a few stunted trees, stood the palace of Queen Tegla Ezti IV, nominal ruler of the Eight Tribes, but really just a puppet of the human King. The palaceís cracked walls and overgrown battlements stood as mute testimony to the poverty and degeneration of the ramshackle town.

From the palace, Rain Street ran downhill through a compact cluster of thatched huts, shacks, and tents housing nearly fifty thousand goblinkin. Human law dictated that the goblinkin had to live within the few square miles of wasteland of the Reservation, a half-hour walk from Vancian, the human capital. The Reservationís lone town took up part of the area, but beyond the crowded buildings and refuse-filled alleyways, Rain Street ran through rocky fields where a few goblinkin families struggled to work the barren soil or hacked granite out of a large quarry. Continuing to the west, the street, now little more than a dirt path, wound through low hills before linking up with the royal highway, a major road that ran along the river before terminating at Vancianís heavily guarded city gate.

But Kip was going to none of these places; she wasnít going anywhere. As she passed the crude hovels and market stalls, she felt the small bag of coins hidden beneath her tunic. She didnít have to look to know how much she had-eight copper pennies and a silver half-mark. Enough to eat for the rest of the week, assuming she ate one meal a day.

For the hundredth time, she went over the numbers in her head. Her rent at The Cradle and Coffin, a mark every other week for a pile of dirty straw under a leaky roof, wasnít due for another ten days, long enough that she didnít need to worry about it now. But she still owed Ballick, the smelly old human bookie, seven pennies. Ballick was a serious problem. She was already late on her payment, and she had seen what he and his crew did to gamblers who didnít pay. Luckily, no human, not even Ballick, would dare come onto the Reservation without a small army. As long as she didnít leave, sheíd be safe. But if she wanted to find work, she had to go to Vancian. And there was still the problem of how she would eat next week.

Caught up in her thoughts, she didnít notice the goblin standing in her path until she ran right into her.

"Excuse me," Kip muttered, hand straying to her money pouch to check it was still there.

When Kip glanced at the woman she smiled. Pink makeup caked the goblinís face, hiding her naturally green complexion under a cheap imitation of human skin. She had dyed her hair from the goblinkinís characteristic black to a ridiculous shade of blonde. Bangles crowded her wrists, and a gaudy necklace hung around her neck, its thin veneer of gold wash already flaking off. Her shoes had ridiculously thick soles in a failed attempt to bring her up to the height of a human woman.

Kip took another look at the goblinís face. Those sharp features, those hard eyes belying that easy smile. . .she had a flash of recognition.

"Prenta! I havenít seen you in ages!"

As kids, they had run in the same gang together, filching goods from merchantís wagons and sneaking into farmersí fields at night to steal food. As they matured, they started running shipments of dreamweed from Vancianís docks onto the Reservation. Their human boss took most of the profit, but their commission was enough to keep food on their table and money in their pockets.

Then one night, a deal went sour and they had to fight their way out. Kip had to kill two people to survive. One was just a human rogue, but the other was a goblin. The look on the womanís face as she cut her down remained burned in Kipís memory.

Kip shoved those unpleasant thoughts aside and hugged her friend.

"You look well," she said.

"Thank you," Prenta smiled, cocking her head coyly to one side and trying to stand taller, but only managing a precarious wobble. "I try to keep up with the latest fashions."

Kip couldnít help but laugh.

"What?" Prenta asked, glowering.

Kip put a hand over her smile, trying to suppress a chuckle and failing.

"What!"

"You. . .youíve become a guman!" Kip snickered.

"Donít use that word! Just because some goblins try to look their best doesnít mean weíve forgotten who we are."

Kip stopped laughing. No, Prenta hadnít forgotten who she was. It probably ate at her insides every time she looked in a mirror. No amount of overpriced makeup could hide those wide cheekbones and flat nose, although she had seen some gumans who had taken razors to their face to make them look more human. Kip thanked her ancestors that Prenta hadnít become that desperate.

"Sorry," Kip muttered, then quickly changed the subject. "So how have you been doing?"

"Iíve been doing wonderfully," Prenta replied, all smiles again. "The boss pays well. Howís the magic business going?"

Kip grimaced. "Not too good, Iím afraid."

After the fight Kip had turned her back on criminal life and apprenticed herself to a mage. Prenta went to work for one of their tribeís sub-chieftains, a mid-level crime boss.

Prenta looked over Kipís ragged clothes and cracked boots.

"Yeah, you look like you could use some work. Actually, Iíve been trying to find you. The boss needs a job done, and I think youíll be interested. She could use someone with your skills."

"Sorry," Kip said, shaking her head. "I donít do that anymore."

The goblin looked around before leaning closer to Kip.

"I canít really tell you what itís all about here in the open," she whispered, "but a cousin of yours got herself in a jam. The boss wants to help her out."

Kip tensed. She knew which cousin it was without having to be told-Nekane, the daughter of her eldest aunt. While Kip and Prenta were still stealing apples from orchards, Nekane had already graduated to banditry. She was moody, unpredictable, often violent, but always good to Kip and her friends, buying them food and helping out when their parents got behind on rent. Nekane was a hooligan, but she was family, the only thing most goblinkin could truly call their own.

"Letís see your boss," Kip sighed.


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