“There are always sentries,” Susanna said. “They have been here so long, they became shadows, and cannot be reasoned with.”
You will be mine…
With every step, dread crept over him. His heart sank, leaving him with a sense of falling. Marc might have dismissed it as nothing more than fear of the unknown, but Susanna held her head as though suffering from a migraine… I can’t remember the last time I experienced genuine fear…
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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