He remembered the sun. He remembered the sweat, and the heat and the other boys shuffling around him. He remembered the anticipation that had kept him up the night before ( Read more... )

[ When Altaïr had set out, the sun had been high above him, beating down on his back and shoulders and causing a sheen of sweat to form across his brow as he picked his way over Jerusalem's rooftops. Silent as the dead, he struck down a rooftop archer without hesitation, drawing ever closer to his mark. His breathing slowed instinctively; leveled, ( Read more... )