More from Song and Sword, the first novel I published, since I’m working on a sequel and need the motivation. This follows immediately after last week’s snippet.
Continuing from last week.
“Yes,” the voice purred from behind him as the Orcs tied her in a position similar to his. “Your little lady love. She was the perfect bait.”
Dakkas tried to turn to see who was speaking, but a sudden cry snapped his head back toward Kashrya and he watched helplessly as one drew back his arm to strike her again.
“Stop it! Let her go. You have me, now let her go.”
“Ah, but I want both of you,” the voice said. “It will be so much more fun to watch you suffer her torment.”
Dakkas was forced to watch as the Orcs struck her, again and again, until he was sure that she could not take any more, and tears streamed down his face. It was his fault that she was here, his fault that she was being subjected to this.
“They’re not going to kill her,” the voice assured him through her sobs of pain. “Tomorrow, or perhaps the next day, or maybe next week, they will be enjoying her in other ways.”
Dakkas felt sick at what the voice implied and shook his head in denial. “No,” he moaned. “Please. Let her go.”
Pashevel: a simple Elven Bard — and the Crown Prince
Marlia: a Paladin of Arithen, the Elven God of Justice – seeking vengeance for the destruction of her village
Dakkas: heir to the Drow throne — if his father and elder half-brother don’t kill him first
Kashrya: raised among a tribe of nomadic Humans, she is unaware of her true heritage — or of the prophecy that made her mother an outcast
Their goal: build a bridge between the Elves and their outcast brethren, the Drow, reuniting them and undoing the damage caused in a time so far gone that history has become legend and legend has become myth.
But first, they have a problem to solve: how do you stop a war that hasn’t started?
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