The Weight Of Blood (Half-Orcs Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
The cool spring breeze was weak compared to the ice that locked his spine. He held a torch in one hand and a shortsword in the other. At first, he had thought himself foolish waking in a full panic from a nightmare he could not remember. Then he saw others about, lit torches in their hands, and he knew his fear was justified. A young, fat-nosed farmer saw him awake and approached.“Couldn’t sleep either, Jeremiah?” he asked.“Aye, had the worst nightmares.” Jeremiah glanced at the sword in the farmer’s hand. “You feel the same, don’t you?”The farmer nodded.“Feels like the dark god himself is coming for us. Part of me wants to grab my children and run.”“Perhaps it is a warning,” Jeremiah said. “Ashhur may be granting us a chance. Bandits, or worse. The orcs have struck Veldaren once. They may well have found a way across the bone ditch again.”“Hard to rest with torchlight flickering into your bedroom,” said an elderly man behind Jeremiah.“Something ain’t right, Corren,”
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