Midland Refugee (Ultimate Passage Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
Her body was tight, stiff from sleeping on the hard ground, separated from soil by only a few scant layers of fabric. The quiet of the camp was lulling. Except for the crackling of a fire that was tended by one of their men on guard duty, there was no other noise. Unless one counted the occasional jungle cat roaring its territorial frustration. Luckily, that was in the distance. A great distance away, Taya prayed. The jungle cats were misnamed as they preferred to spend half their time in the Farlands. How was she to know that though, growing up Asazi. The Farlands were like a fairytale mythical place that existed but hadn’t been traversed by any Asazi that was still alive. Rumors abounded about that area of Kormia, the far ends. The distant lands, wild, inhabited by animals and Kormics. Now that she’d met actual Kormics—lusted after, even—she wondered how much of anything she’d learned among her Asazi people. She should check on Cinia, but was loathe to rise out of the covers.
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