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.
Dakkas lost track of how many times the whips struck him. Nothing existed for him except pain, the sound of the whips striking his body, and Kashrya’s soft sobs. Especially Kashrya’s sobs – they hurt him more deeply than the whips. Even when his back grew sticky with blood, it was only Kashrya’s pain that he felt.
“Tell him.” The voice brought him back from the brink of unconsciousness. “Tell him what they are going to do to you. Tell him, and they will stop what they are doing.”
“Rape me.” Kashrya’s voice was hoarse with fear and pain and tears. “They are going to rape me.” Her body shook with sobs and Dakkas wanted nothing more than to wrap his arms around her, but the Orcs yanked the ropes off her wrists and dragged her away.
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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