Nicole Sager's Blog: Publishing Arcrea - Posts Tagged "epic"
SNEAK PEEK - BURDNEY!
I've been so blessed to see the Lord working to smooth the way for my current Work In Progress, titled Burdney! This will be the second book in the Companions of Arcrea series, and the sequel to Hebbros.
Check out the first sneak peek for this upcoming title below!
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Epic’s heart pounded as he watched the firelight winking in the blade of a dagger. Sharpened to perform with quick accuracy, the weapon moved beneath the deft guidance of his master’s hand. Beads of sweat formed on the youth’s brow when fingers took hold of his collar from behind and the dagger was slid into place between leather and skin. With a tug and a thick snap the blade severed the mark of his slavery and the band fell away to land in his lap.
Epic’s head jerked forward with the sudden liberation and he stared down at the broken collar draped so harmlessly across his knees. His expression one was one of wonder, but heavily dosed with fear. For nine years—exactly one-half of his respective lifetime—the leather strap had gripped his neck in the chokehold of bondage. It had signaled to all that he was worth no more than a dog, and permitted them to treat him as such.
Now, in the blink of an eye and the slip of a dagger, it was gone.
Epic lifted a hand to finger the calloused skin that ringed his neck in place of the leather. He should have been elated. He should have felt joy flooding his being. And yet…
He licked his dry lips, “I don’t like it, Master.”
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Check out the first sneak peek for this upcoming title below!
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Epic’s heart pounded as he watched the firelight winking in the blade of a dagger. Sharpened to perform with quick accuracy, the weapon moved beneath the deft guidance of his master’s hand. Beads of sweat formed on the youth’s brow when fingers took hold of his collar from behind and the dagger was slid into place between leather and skin. With a tug and a thick snap the blade severed the mark of his slavery and the band fell away to land in his lap.
Epic’s head jerked forward with the sudden liberation and he stared down at the broken collar draped so harmlessly across his knees. His expression one was one of wonder, but heavily dosed with fear. For nine years—exactly one-half of his respective lifetime—the leather strap had gripped his neck in the chokehold of bondage. It had signaled to all that he was worth no more than a dog, and permitted them to treat him as such.
Now, in the blink of an eye and the slip of a dagger, it was gone.
Epic lifted a hand to finger the calloused skin that ringed his neck in place of the leather. He should have been elated. He should have felt joy flooding his being. And yet…
He licked his dry lips, “I don’t like it, Master.”
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