Seven Words of Power by James Maxwell

Author:James Maxwell [Maxwell, James]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Literature & Fiction, Action & Adventure, Fantasy, Romance, Science Fiction & Fantasy, Epic, Two Hours or More (65-100 Pages)
Amazon: B009X0RKXS
Published: 2013-12-31T13:00:00+00:00

~

Luka applied himself in his work at the forge, impressing the blacksmith, and he knew the completion of his apprenticeship was assured. He demonstrated all he'd learned about malleability, and how some metals could be drawn better than others, about melting temperatures and alloys, about conductivity of heat and the taking of an edge.

Senna’s bruises healed, and her smile returned. The weeks passed, and the day when Senna could leave her job approached.

Then Luka came home to find the door to their tiny single-roomed dwelling ajar.

There was blood on the door handle.

Luka dropped his tools on the ground and pushed his way in.

Senna was on the floor, lying curled on her side, her knees close to her chest. Her work shoes were still on her feet, fancy-looking sandals with high heels. She’d pulled her transparent dress tightly around her and covered herself with Luka’s coat.

Senna coughed and slowly sat up. “Luka,” she mumbled. “My love. Please, don’t do anything.”

She spoke through thick lips, split in three places where Gugan had hit her. Her face was swollen to twice its size and her eyes were hidden behind the puffy skin of her cheeks. Luka’s wife’s beautiful visage was a patchwork of terrible colors – blue, violet, sickly green, and ruby red.

“I told Erelin I was leaving. Then Gugan came, and he found out. He said he wanted to have me before I went.” Luka felt the anger swell within him, rising to a level higher than ever before. “But I didn’t let him, my love. Nothing happened. Please, don’t do anything.”

Senna raised her battered face, and then dropped it again, not meeting Luka’s eyes.

This time the rage was overpowering, roaring in Luka's ears. He didn’t realize his fists were clenched, the muscles in his arms bulging.

Luka went back out through the front door. He banged on the door next to his own, hitting it with his fist until a voice called out.

“Unga, it’s Luka from next door.”

There was a clanging of latches, and then the door was opened by an old woman in a thin robe.

“Please, Unga. I need you to attend to my wife. Here,” he handed his neighbor some coins.

Luka left in the direction of The Bird in a Cage.

On the way, he decided to stop by the smithy and grab a hammer.

His largest.

Download

Copyright Disclaimer:
This site does not store any files on its server. We only index and link to content provided by other sites. Please contact the content providers to delete copyright contents if any and email us, we'll remove relevant links or contents immediately.