More from Song and Sword, the first novel I published, since I’m working on a sequel and need the motivation.  This follows a bit after last week’s snippet.  Time has passed but neither is aware of how much.

They shoved him ahead of them to the well known torture chamber, but this time it was brightly lit – they wanted him to see what was happening.  Kashrya was lying on a stone table, held down by Orcs, her clothing stripped from her.  When she saw Dakkas she closed her eyes, unable to bear the look on his face, not wanting to see him as he was forced to watch…

He struggled, but the Orcs holding him just laughed and tightened their grips on his arms. Weak and weaponless, he could do nothing but watch helplessly as a large Orc advanced on Kashrya, his huge member erect. “Please, no,” he sobbed silently as Kashrya cried out in pain and fear as the Orc touched her, his huge rough hands squeezing her flesh, bruised and welted from her torture, his oversized manhood pressing against her as he gazed down at her, savoring her terror.  “Please don’t let this happen to her.”  

The Orc’s laughter covered her sobs as he covered her body with his and a cold anger descended on Dakkas.  Raising his head, he called out in Drow, calling upon Rathen, the God of Vengeance, to rain down upon them that which they had wrought…

As soon as the last word passed his lips Kashrya screamed, the Orc laughed, and the world shook.

Blurb:
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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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.

“Kashrya,” he whispered softly. “Believe me, I would never knowingly do anything to bring you harm, and I will never stop blaming myself for whatever it was that I did that brought you here.”

“I don’t think you did anything,” she told him, her voice soft. “I think that they would have taken me even without using me as bait for you.”  She edged slightly closer to him. “Thank you, for trying to rescue me.”

“Some rescue,” he said bitterly.

“Don’t,” she pleaded.  “Don’t blame yourself.  You tried.  That’s more than anyone else would have done.”   She paused and swallowed hard. “That’s more than anyone else did.”          

“What do you mean?”

“Some of the men, they started to follow… but the chief called them back. He let the Orcs take me.”

If he ever got out of here, Dakkas vowed, that chief would pay…

Blurb:
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?

Available for Kindle at Amazon

and at Smashwords for everything else

Find more great reading
at the Sunday Snippet group.