Drew Armstrong is still permanently Level 1, still carrying a mop and a teacup, and still solving other people’s problems without adding bodies to the count. When a cliff-side monastery asks for help, he expects chants and incense. He gets humility drills, breath ladders, and an abbot who thinks vows are what you say when you don’t have a broom.
The cloister is a corridor waiting to go wrong: choirs that echo under stone, gate cloths that turn into whips, and vendors trying to sell ‘blessed lane passes.’ Drew and the crew plate the rules where knees can read them—READ @ KNEES, MED FIRST (OUT LOUD), SINGLE SIGNAL (hands or bell), DRUMS/CHANT: LOW NEAR SPANS—and then prove those lines with clean, inventive fights: Stage Door turns hazards into pegs, Barrier Bash staggers a surge without bruises, Gentle Seat cools tempers on a crate. No crests. No paid speed. Tools over titles.
When a pilgrim escort turns into a rescue and a smoke push rolls through the cloister, it’s craft that holds the gate—hands first, rope bored, refunds public. And then the ground answers back. A smooth, coil-etched token warms only when someone touches MED FIRST (OUT LOUD)… and scratches three words in chalk:
Below at Third Bell.
Perfect for readers who like smart, non-lethal action, gallows humor, and civic rules that bite, Monk? Nah keeps the ‘corridor law’ saga sharp and human—and sets a tantalizing hook for what waits under the stone.
Grab Book 8: Monk? Nah today and walk the lane with us: chairs before blades, inside voices, and a hero who’s still Level 1 by choice.
Genre: Science Fiction
The cloister is a corridor waiting to go wrong: choirs that echo under stone, gate cloths that turn into whips, and vendors trying to sell ‘blessed lane passes.’ Drew and the crew plate the rules where knees can read them—READ @ KNEES, MED FIRST (OUT LOUD), SINGLE SIGNAL (hands or bell), DRUMS/CHANT: LOW NEAR SPANS—and then prove those lines with clean, inventive fights: Stage Door turns hazards into pegs, Barrier Bash staggers a surge without bruises, Gentle Seat cools tempers on a crate. No crests. No paid speed. Tools over titles.
When a pilgrim escort turns into a rescue and a smoke push rolls through the cloister, it’s craft that holds the gate—hands first, rope bored, refunds public. And then the ground answers back. A smooth, coil-etched token warms only when someone touches MED FIRST (OUT LOUD)… and scratches three words in chalk:
Below at Third Bell.
Perfect for readers who like smart, non-lethal action, gallows humor, and civic rules that bite, Monk? Nah keeps the ‘corridor law’ saga sharp and human—and sets a tantalizing hook for what waits under the stone.
Grab Book 8: Monk? Nah today and walk the lane with us: chairs before blades, inside voices, and a hero who’s still Level 1 by choice.
Genre: Science Fiction
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