Although it was long before midmorning, the students had been out for hours upon the sands, learning and practicing the high art and science of killing other men. The sand burned up through the soles of their sandals, and greedily sucked in the sweat that dripped from their taut faces. Some of th...
There was no marker on the grace. No one would ever come here to find his grave, Hugh thought as he watched Chandler Willis and Matt Hastings finish the burial. Hastings looked up at Hugh. “Where’s Greer?” “He was on guard.” “He isn’t there now.” “Sleeping somewhere, then.” Hastings nodded. He to...