A Memory Of Fire (The Dragon War, Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
He moaned, head lowered. If not for the chains that held up his arms, running from his wrists to the ceiling, he'd have collapsed. "Tilla," he whispered through cracked lips. "Please." She had not wanted it to come to this. Why wouldn't he just speak the words? Why wouldn't he join her, worship the red spiral with her? "Oh, Rune," she whispered, punisher in hand. "Why do you do this? You can make it end. Just say the words..." He looked up at her, blinking, his face pale and splashed with blood. And yet he managed to fix her with a stare, a deep gaze like the one he would give her at home. In his eyes she saw Cadport again—their youth in the sand and sun and their home burning. His lips were silent; his eyes did the speaking. And he was speaking to her of home... and of the woman she used to be. "Hurt him some more!" Shari stood at her side, wearing her butcher's apron, her voice thick with bloodlust, her eyes alight.
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