Elevation Of The Marked (The Marked Series Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
He raised a hand to his aching head and blinked at the ceiling, allowing his eyes to adjust to the dimness, wondering how long he’d been unconscious. The sun had nearly set, leaving the throne room in that eerie state of dusky half-light just before nightfall. He let his face fall to the side and jerked in shock. A corpse lay a mere arm’s span away—a pair of vacant green eyes glared at him, accusatory. Arlow pushed himself to his knees, an ill feeling in his gullet. The dead and dying surrounded him; they sprawled like broken things, legs and arms cocked at strange angles. He heard the whimpers and moans of the injured, sounds that he felt confident would revisit him later. He knew enough of his friends to see the mercy—if Ko-Jin had meant to kill, they would all be dead. He was not sure, however, that dying slowly of a festered wound would feel much like mercy. Some had perished already, their eternal silence louder than any moan—deafening. Arlow gazed down at his hands. They were white, clean.
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