An Excerpt from Book 3
Rory Surtain
Sorrow's Twin
Book #3 in the Demon in Exile series, Sorrow's Twin, launches January 18th, 2021, available on Amazon and B&N.
Here's a very small excerpt:
Chapter 7
The Gifts
Palanoag’s face stung, the tattoos of his ascension to tribal bone-man completely livid across his brow. He existed in a perpetual fever. The Emperor was taking his payment, his father told him, for the gift given to Pala on his sixteenth birthday.
Being a bone-man of the Emperor’s Children was Palanoag’s fate, and his young eyes could now see the Twist in things. It was a small skill and of little use in the eyes of a father that could summon the Twist or a brother that could control the Twisted Gifts of the Emperor and drive the demonic Horde to victory. Pala’s father, Skarim, was Chief Tilikum’s Elder and considered wisest among all. Skarim guarded the Emperor’s Gifts more than his own earth-given children.
The Gifts were a fierce, unstoppable force in the vast lands of the Dungarr Basin. They were dark tools to be deployed shrewdly and used to maximum effect, entities bearing a curse that would eventually break their enemies and bring their Emperor to glory in this world. As such, Skarim’s oldest son, Brabin, had been adopted by the Chief as the tribe’s Allelo and might eventually be elevated to Chief if the Emperor willed it.
“You will be tortured, that is for sure,” said Skarim. “What will you tell them?”
“Nothing,” Palanoag answered proudly. He wasn’t afraid of the enemy’s weak methods. His face already burned him day and night.
“Wrong!” Skarim’s fist smashed into Pala’s cheek. “You will thank them for their sacrifice and tell them that you have brought a gift from the Emperor’s Children.”
“Of course, of course. I will thank the heathens and make sure they appreciate the source of the gift.”
“Our Chief wills it,” Skarim softened his tone. “The enemy grows weak in spirit, so we must feed them.”
“Of course, I am ready for the task.”
Skarim’s fist connected once more.
“I will tell you when you are ready, my son. Only I have the wisdom to judge such a thing, and until then, the wagon will not move.”
Palanoag nodded, speechless, having bitten his tongue. The Emperor protects even the feeblest of his Children, or so he thought.
Sorrow's Twin
Book #3 in the Demon in Exile series, Sorrow's Twin, launches January 18th, 2021, available on Amazon and B&N.
Here's a very small excerpt:
Chapter 7
The Gifts
Palanoag’s face stung, the tattoos of his ascension to tribal bone-man completely livid across his brow. He existed in a perpetual fever. The Emperor was taking his payment, his father told him, for the gift given to Pala on his sixteenth birthday.
Being a bone-man of the Emperor’s Children was Palanoag’s fate, and his young eyes could now see the Twist in things. It was a small skill and of little use in the eyes of a father that could summon the Twist or a brother that could control the Twisted Gifts of the Emperor and drive the demonic Horde to victory. Pala’s father, Skarim, was Chief Tilikum’s Elder and considered wisest among all. Skarim guarded the Emperor’s Gifts more than his own earth-given children.
The Gifts were a fierce, unstoppable force in the vast lands of the Dungarr Basin. They were dark tools to be deployed shrewdly and used to maximum effect, entities bearing a curse that would eventually break their enemies and bring their Emperor to glory in this world. As such, Skarim’s oldest son, Brabin, had been adopted by the Chief as the tribe’s Allelo and might eventually be elevated to Chief if the Emperor willed it.
“You will be tortured, that is for sure,” said Skarim. “What will you tell them?”
“Nothing,” Palanoag answered proudly. He wasn’t afraid of the enemy’s weak methods. His face already burned him day and night.
“Wrong!” Skarim’s fist smashed into Pala’s cheek. “You will thank them for their sacrifice and tell them that you have brought a gift from the Emperor’s Children.”
“Of course, of course. I will thank the heathens and make sure they appreciate the source of the gift.”
“Our Chief wills it,” Skarim softened his tone. “The enemy grows weak in spirit, so we must feed them.”
“Of course, I am ready for the task.”
Skarim’s fist connected once more.
“I will tell you when you are ready, my son. Only I have the wisdom to judge such a thing, and until then, the wagon will not move.”
Palanoag nodded, speechless, having bitten his tongue. The Emperor protects even the feeblest of his Children, or so he thought.
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