Sam Taw

I’d seen enough of my brother to last me for a lifetime. While he badgered my mother for more willow bark and poppy resin, I wandered into the … [Read more...] about Pagan Rebel, Day 25

I sat there on soft tufted grass in a helpless daze. Cador screamed in agony, unable to dislodge his arm from beneath the wagon. His men sat atop … [Read more...] about Pagan Rebel, Day 24

All the way home, I plotted and schemed. There were so many delicious ways to kill my brother from a quick stab through the eye socket to the slow … [Read more...] about Pagan Rebel, Day 23

They wrenched Morven from the wagon first. There was a stark chill where his warm body had comforted me. From the scuffling noises and groans of … [Read more...] about Pagan Rebel, Day 22

I nudged the fidgeting object with my knee. It froze. Grunting from the persistent pain, I tried again. “Who’s there?” “Mel, is that you? What’s … [Read more...] about Pagan Rebel, Day 21

I lay on the rushes holding my belly but I knew that the worse thing I could imagine was happening and there was nothing I could do to halt its … [Read more...] about Pagan Rebel, Day 20

The warrior guarding me took a few moments to draw the same conclusions as the fleeing women. His features dropped from an amused smirk, to scowling … [Read more...] about Pagan Rebel, Day 19

My knees were torn to shreds from the mud and gravel as I was heaved back through the opening. I tried to kick out, but they’d gripped me tight enough … [Read more...] about Pagan Rebel, Day 18