I must fly across the rooftops, making no more noise than a beetle crawling on the desert sand.
Hadiq was lucky to have been admitted to the Guild at all. He knew this. Clumsy, obvious, far too nervous. He came seven generations of brigands, burglars and assassins, but the talent that made his name feared and respected throughout Turkey seemed to have skipped him altogether. Failing for a third time to pick a pocket, the Master had given an assignment usually reserved for children and dolts: to bring an unsuspecting tourist to the Alley of Thieves and then quickly vanish.
Oh, Hadiq…I foresee a tragic end to his criminal carrier. Nicely written, with just a perfect touch of humor.
I think that he needs a new career.?
What a shame that he couldn’t find what he was really good at and had to opt to adopting someone else’s trait!
We, as a society, surely fail in this and force conformity!
Sounds like the kid has a higher calling. It’s a great beginning to a much larger story which I would love to read.