Pagan Rebel

Waves of nausea erupted in my gullet; my head throbbed. With aching arms and burning skin, I stopped fighting against my captivity. If I couldn’t … [Read more...] about Pagan Rebel, Day 17

My hysteria waned inside Nyle’s tent. I began to realise that no one would come to my rescue. How could I have put my faith in someone as fickle as … [Read more...] about Pagan Rebel, Day 16

I almost fainted from shock. How could my brother even contemplate giving me away as part of a trade deal? It was inhuman. Why bother defending me on … [Read more...] about Pagan Rebel, Day 15

My brother had little choice but to accept the Duros’ offer. Blake had all our men surrounded and both heirs to the tribe unarmed and at their mercy. … [Read more...] about Pagan Rebel, Day 14

Morven acted fast. He clamped his hand over his sister’s mouth and dragged her away from the tent before she could shout to her father about our … [Read more...] about Pagan Rebel, Day 13

I knew that their camp was not far from the eastern bank of the River Sid, a short way inland. The Duros were not fond of settling in permanent … [Read more...] about Pagan Rebel, Day 12

Cador dashed forward between me and Blake, flicking his sword about to any who dared to come closer. “She’s my sister, a healer. Not a spy, not a … [Read more...] about Pagan Rebel, Day 11

It was too late to hide. They’d all seen the pebbles tumbling and with them my graceless fall halfway down the bank. Nyle sent his men dashing up the … [Read more...] about Pagan Rebel, Day 10