A Pirate's Curse (Legends Of The Soaring Phoenix) - Plot & Excerpts
The only light was the glow of lanterns shining on the rack, thumb screws, stocks, iron masks and shackles coated with gore. Lark’s hair hung in his eyes and sweat and dried blood coated his half-naked body. His torn trousers were more like rags than clothes. He stared at the floor covered with hardened human carnage, dirt and salt and curled his toes, hating the filth blackening his feet. He yanked on the chains securing his wrists to the wall again, but he only managed to cut deeper into his flesh. He inhaled dead briny air and his own foul body odor. Had it only been a week ago since Palmer and his men ambushed him and imprisoned in this hellhole? Hard footsteps treaded down the stairs. A rock formed in his gut and he forced his trembling legs to hold up his weight as he braced his shoulders back and waited for more pain, humiliation and hopelessness. Palmer never failed to disappoint him. Out of the murkiness, the dark silhouette of Quinton Palmer emerged.
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