Man of War – Excerpt No. 249

After an hour of waiting, it was pitch black outside. There were no lights out in the courtyard, which effectively turned the windows into mirrors. The reflection from the myriad of candles and lanterns breathed life into this room.  It’s like looking at a fiery night sky…

“Does it ever pick up here?” Marc asked.

“It does around midnight,” the bartender replied without any hint of humour. “Would you like another?”

He had been nursing his drinks, permitting the flavours interact with the tip of his tongue. Marc was tempted to indulge in a third drink, he wanted his mind sharp… and avoid getting myself in trouble

Gentleman sitting in a large empty parlor, talking to the bartender. Clothes and setting appropriate to 16th century Venice at night.

Disclaimer: This excerpt from Man of War is currently in development. There may be typos, errors, omissions, inconsistencies and so forth.


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