Here is an excerpt from my young adult eBook Fires in the Night (Warriors of Aralan Book 3). Liked this? Fires in the Night can be downloaded here!
The back of Quintin’s head throbbed as he regained consciousness gradually. Everything was completely dark, and for one panicked moment he thought he had lost his sight. As he became increasingly aware, he realized that he was gagged and blindfolded, with his hands tied behind his back. The ropes used to tie his hands were cruelly tight, biting into his wrists so that any movement caused fiery pain to shoot up his arm.
He groaned. He had been taken captive, but why?
“Ah, Garrick, looks like he’s coming around,” an annoyingly nasal and squeaky voice announced.
“So I see,” a much more sinister voice answered, and footsteps approached.
Quintin tensed because he recognized the second speaker. He flinched when rough hands ripped the blindfold and gag off, so that Quintin was confronted by the leering face of the sword-bearer. He grimaced as Garrick’s rotten breath blasted his face. “You took forever to come around, and you’re heavy to carry. Who’s the winner now, eh?”
Quintin refused to rise to the bait, instead using the opportunity of sight to take in his surroundings. It was nighttime, but he wasn’t in the same place that he had been taken captive. About seven feet from the tree where Quintin sat was a campfire, and the spear-carrier sat hunched over it, glowering at Quintin from a safe distance. On the other side of the fire he spotted the faint glimmer of his axe blade.
Quintin was distracted by the sudden tickle of Garrick’s rusty sword under his chin. “I asked you a question,” he reminded him mockingly, quoting Quintin’s earlier words. “Who’s the winner now? You didn’t really think we’d play fair, did you? Or perhaps you were too naïve, grown up with a warrior’s honor and all that rubbish, to realize that not everyone is stupid enough to follow the game’s rules.”
Quintin had to bite his tongue hard to not say something that would get his head chopped off immediately. “You’d be surprised at what I’ve done and thought about doing,” he growled. “Now I must ask you a question, Garrick, if that’s what your name is: why have you taken me captive? What do you want with me?”
Garrick stepped back, smiling maliciously as he sheathed his sword. “Oh, we don’t want you, we’re just carrying out orders. The Chief is the one who sent us on this mission.”
Quintin squirmed into a slightly more comfortable position in order to look Garrick in the eye. He had a horrible feeling that he wouldn’t much like this Chief person.
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