Man of War – Excerpt No. 279

He pinched himself in an attempt to confirm this was a dream. Without any accompanying twinge of pain, he nearly sighed in relief, until something changed his mind.

Pressure built up over his mouth and nose, much more than sleeping face down on the pillow would cause. Worse, there was nothing in sight to account for it… You’d think something reached out from the ether…

However, the grip was strong, steady, and effectively starved him of air. As his lungs began to burn, and the world before him caught fire, like an old portrait exposed to an open flame.

Before the fire consumed him, he tried to scream, but that grip ensured he remained silent.

Setting and clothing appropriate for the 16th century Venice.

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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