Switching gears to my Camp NaNoWriMo project.  Song and Sight is a sequel to Song and Sword (but true to form, I think there’s another book that has to come between the two of them. Someday I’ll write a series in order, but today is not that day.)

This is from the preface and is picking up from last week:

Evisha hated the Drow more than most in the pens. He wondered if that was because she was here instead of being a slave on one of the estates. He studied her as she ranted, turning that idea over in his mind. Physically she was beautiful, long dark hair dark eyes, a slender curvy figure. But her hair was tangled and matted and her eyes were cold and hard and filled with hatred and scorn. And her body had been used too much by too many. He frowned. Her body was probably why she had been brought to the breeding pens to begin with. 

Not that the trolls were overly particular as to what their mates looked like. As long as it was female, they would mate with it, and it didn’t matter if it was their own race or another, or if the female was willing or not. But the Drow slavers, they were a little pickier, and the prettier females were reserved for their use, kept from the breeding pens as long as they pleased them.

“And another thing,” Evisha went on, “I’d take all of their females and lock them away and start my own breeding program.”

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Switching gears to my Camp NaNoWriMo project.  Song and Sight is a sequel to Song and Sword (but true to form, I think there’s another book that has to come between the two of them. Someday I’ll write a series in order, but today is not that day.)

This is from the preface and is picking up from last week:

“I – I said ‘freedom is coming,’” he stammered. 

Evisha frightened him. Yes, she had taken him in and given him a place to stay and enough food to stay alive, but she was cold and harsh, almost cruel even in her kindness. She was a shaman – or would have been if they were free to follow their old ways, but the Drow had outlawed them centuries ago.

“Freedom,” she snorted. “We’ll never be free as long as our so-called king is a pampered pet servant to the Drow.”

Nisham said nothing. He had heard her rant about Sutag many times before, how he was a slave at the Drow castle, how he had opportunity to kill the king and the crown prince, to lead a revolt and free their people. 

“If I was in his place they would all be dead and we would be the ones living in the castle with them serving us.”

Nisham wasn’t certain how the Drow would serve them if they were all dead, but he didn’t think it was wise to point out the flaw in her logic, so he tuned her out, half listening to a rant he knew all too well.

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Switching gears to my Camp NaNoWriMo project.  Song and Sight is a sequel to Song and Sword (but true to form, I think there’s another book that has to come between the two of them. Someday I’ll write a series in order, but today is not that day.)

This is from the preface.

Nisham shivered and pulled the threadbare blanket more tightly around his thin body – not that it did any good. He was always cold, always hungry. He couldn’t remember a time when he wasn’t.

The cavern was lit by a single candle that did little to dispel the darkness and nothing to dispel the dampness. He stared at it, not really seeing it, his mind wandering as he half dozed, sleep being the only escape he had from the Pens – and from the cold and hunger that were his perpetual companions.

“Freedom,” a voice whispered. “Freedom is coming.”

“Freedom is coming,” he replied and the sound of his own voice startled him into wakefulness.

“What did you say? Speak up, boy.”

This time his shiver had little to do with the cold.

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