Remnant by John Stacy Worth

Author:John Stacy Worth
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: fantasy, christian fantasy noah flood nephilim dystopian grace, Orson Scott Card, Ted Dekker, Frank Perretti, Nephilim, Flood Leggend, Biblical Fiction, Brandon Sanderson, Terri Blackstock, Leviathan, Behemoth
Publisher: John Stacy Worth
Published: 2016-12-31T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9 - Revenge

Tarn was sure enough time had passed, seven months since he’d lost Beth and Kenian. Surely that fool Noah thought the matter forgotten by now. This should be easy. Tarn crept by torchlight along the path. He had to be careful, though they were all probably asleep by now. If he got too close with the flame its light might find its way through a window to play along ceilings or walls and rouse any light sleepers.

A bend in the road ahead and the path forked. Which way? Tarn knelt and examined each path in turn. Both showed equal signs of wear. Had one belied more use, that would have been enough to mark it as a passage to the main dwelling. Since he could discern no difference, Tarn chose the path to his right and resumed his pace.

He passed a vineyard, overgrown with brambles, but the stakes and layout made the plot unmistakable. Why would anyone let a vineyard go like this? Maybe when he was through he would take this land as his own. The path forked again.

Now which way? He chose at random, irritated that this was becoming more complicated than he’d expected. Before he’d gone a mile the road became three and he had to guess again.

Tarn gnashed his teeth, his stomach writhing like a speared serpent. Though he’d taken every spare moment to fume over his treatment at Noah’s hands, Tarn had not devised a singular plan of attack. As always he would trust his ‘gut’ to lead him to action. After all, that was how he’d managed to prosper for as long and as well as he had. With the first two sons he’d managed to forge a cache of wealth to rival that of any of those deplorable city dwellers. Put his offspring to work as soon as they were able, that’s what his gut had told him—each one according to their ability.

Thus had he guided Onath’s skill at weapon crafting into a lucrative trade. Onath also possessed a hunter’s stamina and cunning, which made him a formidable assassin. Irad was perhaps even more profitable, however, with his slender build and attractive features. From a very young age he’d been groomed for use by certain powerful men in the city. And though Tarn felt a certain disdain for their twisted lusts, he wasn’t about to let that stop him from accruing what was probably the easiest money he’d ever made.

And now, now when he was just about to profit from those pitiful twins, to have them snatched from under him! It was too much for any man to take. Beth was beautiful. She’d have fetched a hefty price whether prostituted or sold outright. Kenian too—though he’d probably have to be marketed to women, since his features were too obviously masculine for most of Irad’s patrons.

Tarn cursed. He should’ve started with them earlier, he knew. But his promise to their mother had stayed him thus far. What a fool he’d been to honor it for so long.

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