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2021-08-26 16:53:10Loera bent beneath the lash of the Daal’s mate, until a man caught her wrist.
“Enough, Frejalah.” Evrek yanked the seal skin strap from his sister’s hand. “She did nothing to earn your hatred. If you are angry, take it to Soerjen for not staying in your bed.”
“I am the Valkra of our clan!” She shrieked after her brother as he took the slave from her. “If she wasn’t prancing around, dancing obscenely with her weird wooden skin and stringy soot-colored hair, he never would have looked at her!”
“He ordered her to dance. She did not want to. Any more than she wanted him to rape her after. He is the Daal. His word is law. If you can’t sway him with your female ways, perhaps you should try for your sword instead of your tongue. Now, get out.” Evrek stood between her and the slave girl, watching his sister storm off, muttering curses beneath her breath. Bowing his head, he apologized to the girl. “I am sorry, Loera.”
In the silence, he poured water and sprin
About the author: M.M. Ward is a post-stroke mother who started scribbling stories as part of her language recovery. She considered herself a hummingbird writer with how fast words pour out and her muse is like that of a hummingbird in a meadow, everywhere at once. Despite being a lover of shifter fiction and sci-fi fantasy fusion, majority of her writing is based on ‘overcome’ fiction, women’s fiction about people, their circumstances and how their choices affect life. Not every story has a happy ending. Her motto in life is: When life knocks us down, we all have a choice: to be Better, or to become Bitter. I choose Better.
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