Realizing what was coming. the slaves struggled futilely with their bonds, weeping and begging their captors for mercy.
Al but the companions.
Jak. Krysty, Mildred, Doc. and J.B. were staring at Ryan. Their fixed, defiant expressions al said the same thing: we’re not going to check out like that. Not like chickens on the chopping block.
The one-eyed warrior nodded in agreement. Then he looked away. If they couldn’t escape. They could do the next best thing. They could take out as many of the bastards as possible before they were cut down.
Ryan Cawdor withdrew deep into the core of his being. Shutting out the grisly sights and sounds around him. Ile wasn’t preparing himself to die, he was preparing to fight and chil to his last ounce of strength. To expend it all, here, now. And when that strength was gone, death could nukin’ wel have him, ready or not. It took only a moment for hint to make the attitude shift. It was like a gate swinging open.
And when it was done. Ryan felt a sense of freedom and power.
Other titles in the Death
Freedom Lost Remember
(Empire of Xihalha Book I)
Every parting gives a foretaste of death; every coming together again a foretaste of the resurrection.
