Assassin's Reign: Book 4 Of The Civil War Chronicles - Plot & Excerpts
Somewhere outside a baby was crying and, further off, a dog yapped madly until a woman’s shrill scold cut it off with a yelp. His throat was dry and his face throbbed, and for an awful second he feared he was back in the cell with Port and his confederates. A while later, however, he recalled seeing Skellen flatten his torturers with the butt-end of a musket followed by the surreal visage of the man who had first recruited him into the life of a soldier. ‘Can you sit?’ Startled by the voice, Stryker turned his head gingerly to see Vincent Skaithlocke seated in a high-backed chair in the corner of the room. ‘I think so.’ ‘Nasty beating,’ Skaithlocke said as Stryker heaved himself first on to his elbows, and then upright. The movement smarted through every inch of his flesh, but he managed it. ‘I’ll live.’ Skaithlocke leaned back and cracked his knuckles. ‘Aye, you will.’ ‘Port?’ ‘Gaol, by order of Colonel Massie.’ ‘Where is this?’ ‘The apothecary on Westgate Street.
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