The Fall to Power: Part One free today and tomorrow
Part One of my fantasy novel, 'The Fall to Power', is free today and tomorrow. These are the last two days I'm able to offer it for free, so please download and enjoy!
"A hollow, helpless ache filled his chest, but then a crunching of charred wood dragged him from his melancholy, and a blazing rage began to surge through his veins as he watched the leader of the barbarian trio slowly crawling his way out of the wreckage of a burnt out hut.
He stormed over, the Steppes Warrior turning over as he heard his approach, flailing with his booted feet in a pitiful effort to keep him at bay.
Stone grasped the bigger man about his throat, and, with no more effort than it would take to lift a child, hauled the man up, high into the air, dangling, helpless, feet kicking for purchase.
“Speak!” he commanded his struggling prisoner.
The barbarian garbled some incomprehensible gibberish in Steppes-tongue, not much, for his throat was in danger of collapse, but it was enough; the linguistic centres of Stone’s mind took the harsh, guttural words, laying them out on the surgical table of his subconscious and dissecting them like a medical student would a frog.
“Who led the army that attacked here?”
The barbarian’s eyes widened in even greater fear, if such a thing were possible, for how could this primitive know their tongue?
“Raga…” he gasped. “Raga of the Clan Two-Scimitars.”
“Where does he take the prisoners? Answer me!” He shook the warrior for added emphasis, the once proud taker of life pissing his hide trousers in terror, the wet patch spreading down his legs as Stone wrinkled his nose in disgust.
“South,” he managed to croak, his face turning blue and eyes beginning to bulge, “to the Barbarian City! Please! Please have mercy on me!”
Stone smiled as blazing embers settled in his heart that had nothing to do with the element of Fire.
“Oh, I will have mercy. The same mercy you showed the people that took me in and gave me a home.”
A squeeze of his mighty forearm. A sickening crack of finality.
He threw the corpse to one side to land in an undignified heap on the dusty ground.
South. The Barbarian City. He knew where he had to go."