Working on the next novel, White as Snow. Heres tonights additions: Chapter 7 - Seoryl: Master Kruegs arms are crossed, his upper lip curled with disgust. He’s staring down from the top of the cage at my opponent, looking ready to leap in and snap the other man’s neck for even daring to cheat. I share the sentiment. But I should have guessed the lumbering half-troll probably wasn’t going to fight fair. Not at the Rabbit House. Fairness, integrity, and rules don’t have a place here. This is where the country’s worst come to play. The Rabbit House is a main attraction in Siroc—a city of sin hidden underground, safe from the law and all things good touched by the sun. I always believed it’s what hell would really be like if it actually existed. Hands and feet bare, I push myself up from the dirty sand filled with blood, urine, and other things I don’t want to think about possibly getting into my mouth. I stare up at the equally dirty giant-of-a-man grinning with his gums missing half its teeth. No way he could have cut my eye with the first lucky punch he landed. Not without packing something extra. There’s glass, maybe metal wrapped around his covered fists and we both know it. Blood leaks into my eye and I blink it away. “I’m going to make you eat the last of your teeth,” I say, smiling through the pain and slapping my hands free of sand. “Daddy can’t help you here, son. But don’t worry, I’ll teach you all about pain,” the oaf says to me. Everyone knows who I am. My goddamn face will always reveal me as the unfortunate sire of the cold-hearted General Raythorne. Carved from the same cold stone. I laugh harshly, and walk closer to the center of the ring. The pain my father has inflicted over the years has never known an equal. The Giant’s face twists into an ugly snarl. He hunches over, meaty fists rising. I lower my stance. He swings. I slide toward the punch, it glides past me. I grasp his neck and shoulder, and drive him down, right into my knee. I hear a snap. Probably a rib or two caving in. “Don’t worry, I’ll teach you all about pain,” I say, and then I flip him over. And I attack his broken ribs, punch after punch, until I know I’ve punctured his lungs. ~A
Posted on: Thu, 16 Jan 2014 06:51:25 +0000
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