A Skillful Warrior (SoulNecklace Stories Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
By now it held nearly twenty scratches, marking close to three weeks of imprisonment. It felt much longer. Days and nights had become confused, with too many people wandering through my head, talking, singing or telling me troubling stories. The weather grew warmer. On hot days every breath felt like an effort. I was sick of being dirty, sick of matted, straw-encrusted hair. I wanted a bath. I wanted clothes, proper clothes, not these horrible filthy rags. And food! I fantasized over food: fruit, vegetables, meat. I craved apples and custard tarts and bread, fresh from the ovens. With the thought of bread came thoughts of Will. Doubtless he and Jed had found an inn, and were being fed all manner of treats. Sometimes I was so jealous of this imagined lifestyle that I became angry with him, resenting him for going down that cliff and leaving me to be imprisoned. ‘Come, child,’ whispered Adianna. ‘Be brave.’ Sighing, I struggled to my feet. Time to do my exercises. I adopted a fight position.
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