#SweetSat

Welcome back to this week's Sweet Saturday Sample. In honor of the approaching debut of Duty: a novel of Rhynan tentatively set for February 14th, I am offering yet another snippet from the novel. It isn't particularly sweet, but I hope you enjoy it regardless.

I am arranging a blog tour to spread the news of the release. If you are interested in participating, check out Duty's launch page. Fill out the form at the bottom or email me, and we can work out the details. Any level of participation is appreciated.

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My dreams tormented me. I watched in growing horror as Tomas died time after time. By sword, crossbow, and knife, the methods grew ever more grotesque. Each time, I watched helplessly as the life flickered and died in his inky, black eyes. My heart screamed silently. I clung to his hand as it grew cold and limp. Then only the shell of his body was left. His spirit, soul, all that I truly liked about him slipped away. I was alone again.

Each dream ended the same way, with me kneeling over Tomas. I was alone and dry-eyed, unable to cry in the midst of a corpse-strewn battlefield, while Orwin’s disembodied voice demanded to know how it felt to watch him die. “Does it hurt?”

I woke to the sensation of drowning. I scrambled into the sitting position, gasping for air. My heart raced. Unshed tears burned my eyes and a hard lump blocked the back of my throat. Nerves raw with the grief, I gained my feet and stumbled for the door, narrowly missing Darnay’s out-flung hand on the floor above his head. In my efforts to keep my balance, I tumbled outside. The door swung closed behind me as I landed on my back in the snow. 

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