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I post a chapter a week and bonus content and I'd love to know what you think.
Here's a snippet from Chapter 3:
Life in Chains.
“You will not speak or move without instruction.” Zakkai’s black tar voice sits heavy and abhorrent in the air. Lingering even after he has paused. I begin to nod but he practically growls at me, “don’t even raise your eyes to mine or I’ll remove them.”
I rip my gaze quickly away from his face, looking blankly beyond his shoulder. At least I am trying for a blank look, every muscle in my body is already flinching away from him, waiting for his next move.
“Where’s her weapon?” Zakkai holds out his hand for my dagger.
“I have it.” The slave trader who I suspect is a mage responds.
And that’s that. The Head Trader has lost interest. My blade is higher-quality than any other weapon these traders posses, I know it is. And I saw the intense interest on the maybe mage’s face. He was engrossed in my only possession. His dark eyes mesmerised and wanting. I’m confused. What’s the deal?
Though, right now the survival of my blade isn’t in question. It can’t be eaten, there is no one around to sell it to – we’re on the outskirts of the most dangerous mountain range in the Realm, hardly the place for a market – and it’s no trouble to carry. Lii’s future, on the other hand, is stamped with uncertainty. I’ve two options, speak up and probably get a pounding before I’ve even finished my sentence, or keep quiet and possibly lose Lii.
“Please, my horse,” I speak up, my voice shaky.
“Don’t worry, sh’ll make a good meal.” Raeshawn’s lips bend into a stiff smile.
Confirmation. Most traders prefer to eat a horse rather than have the hassle of taking care of another mount. Why I don’t know, horses can be worth money even when untrained. Tadhgh claimed traders have to earn the right to ride a horse. Walking the long distances is a way of proving they’re dedicated to the profession. The alternatives are letting her go or disposing of her in another way.
I swallow hard, raising my voice a little louder. “Please! Together we are worth more…”
Zakkai moves. Swift and sharp. His shadow crosses my vision. Callused knuckles and rough skin connect with my cheek. Not hard enough to bruise, but powerful enough to drop me to the ground, at his feet and in the sand. Again.
This time I stay down.
I can hear her Lii’s hooves in the sand and soil, stomping, jumping around, struggling against the ropes. Trying to get to me, to be my protector.
Silently I call out to her. You’re only making matters worse.
She calms. Her opinion is still audible in the way she trembles her exhale over her lips.
“Name?” Zakkai barks at me.
I think I deserve a full sentence. Who’s name is he after? His expression hardens with each second that I hesitate. I take a guess.“Kemla, s-sir.”
He leans forwards, giving me a view of the gray hairs throughout his dark beard, but his most striking feature is in the ferocious angles and glare of his gaze. This is the kind of man who just might kill me, and enjoy it, rather than put up with insolence. “You have half a minute to show me that that horse is worth the hassle of transporting her or we cut her free and use her as target practice.”
All I can do is nod. I don’t even breath until he steps back.
Carefully I pull myself upright. My wounded shoulder sears with fresh pain at the slightest movement....
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