The Army Of Light (Kestrel Saga) - Plot & Excerpts
There were burning brass torches, glistening new metal furnishings, several full length mirrors, a holographic pool table, and an ornately carved and well-stocked private bar in the back. All this was centered on an enormous blue and white Framalian tiger skin rug in the middle of the floor, complete with still lethal poisoned tipped fangs. While Trent and Melissa had taken to the overstuffed leather chairs opposite Jack’s desk, Shawn was more than comfortable standing between the two. “It’s good to see that you’ve made it here safely, Captain,” Jacques De Lorme slithered, his voice heavily laced with a native French accent. His suit, black with purple and silver accents, was well tailored and looked exceedingly expensive. The shine from his studded cuff links was like staring into small super-nova’s as the Frenchman relaxed comfortably behind his desk. Shawn’s brow unconsciously furrowed. Whatever Jack was trying to say, it had nothing to do with his implied distress over the captain’s wellbeing.
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