All Chapters of ADA PRIDE OF ALAOCHA (BK 1): Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

Ada swallowed uneasily and smeared her dried lips with the little saliva left in her mouth. She couldn’t keep her eyes away so she watched his muscular features again. The lines on his body—made by his muscles—disappeared and reappeared in a uniform rhythm, as he coursed the canoe through the nation of blue. They had long lost the brown and green shoreline to the vast sea, which spreads through the vista as far as the eyes could see. Even though the sun pricked the earth with its heat, the moist air still sheltered the rays, but not enough to cloth the body with a cold that could make the hair on the skin to stand.“How far. The land of the barbarians?” Ikedi dropped the oar as the canoe caught the current. It

“Don’t you dare leave me, you hear me?” Ikedi’s panting breath resounded on the surface of the rocks. His strong arms were around Ada’s stomach, hoping to make the girl spill out the salty liquid. “Come on sunshine,” he grieved, “You can’t die here, you’ve faced worst things and survived. Mmili bu ndu

“He saved us,” Chira said softly and placed a gentle hand on Ada’s shoulder.Ada only stared at the blurred vision of the fires that boogied over the horizon. It had all converged, lighting the night with its bloom. The voice of the savages still revel what should have been a speec

He straightened his back, making sure to let his stomach control his racing breath. The stone was cold against his skin, but not enough to make the hair on his body stand. For once he thought he could lure them away, he thought he could keep them from hurting the one he loved. But all his effort ended up to be nothing but foolishness. So silly was the plan that thinking about it now, made him wish for death. He was like the proverbial fish that jumped out from the cooking oil into the cooking fire.

The cricket chanted its song as the night grew slowly into an adult. Somewhere on a tree, in the veil of the night where the eyes of light feared to tread, the hooting of an owl could be heard as it mellowed the cricket’s noise into a duster of goose-bump. “