Man of War – Excerpt No. 290

There it was, the grain of truth that would form the foundation for his decision. If their society was as dysfunctional as European royalty, then soldiers were needed to make peace.

“What are my choices?” Marc asked.

“Die tonight by my hand or live on as one of us.”

Outwardly it was not much of a choice. However, it was often better to die with dignity than live on as a shadow of themselves.

“This is my choice?” Marc asked.

“It is.”

“You have no influence?” Marc confirmed.

A room full ladies and gentlemen. At a party, drinking, chatting, laughing, backstabbing. Background appropriate for 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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