Starbound Lovers: Sneak Peek: The Swords of Gregara

Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Sneak Peek: The Swords of Gregara - Honora

12:01 AM | Posted by woolfcindy | | Edit Post

This is a little peek at my next book. It will be released at the end of October. It's the third in the Swords of Gregara trilogy. This is Honora's book.

Chapter 1

“Ahh” the pain filled moan filled his ears.

“You disappoint me, Honora. You continue to try to escape me. When will you learn?”

The whip struck flesh and the woman moaned but didn’t scream. She didn’t scream.

When he woke again he was not alone. Chained across the room from him hung by her wrists was a woman. He could see the lash marks. Lash upon lash, new over old.

Crawling to her he released her hands from the chains holding her up. She collapsed in a heap on the floor. He crawled back to his side of the room as darkness overtook him once more.

*****

“Get up, Zolthor.”

Cold metal slapped his buttocks. His naked buttocks. What the hell?

“Your training begins,” said the female voice.

He swatted at the irritating object, sat up immediately, reeled from whatever drug they’d given him, and nearly fell back to the ground. “My name is Joridan Dolana, sergeant in the Centaurian Army. CA number 5551234”

“Oh, an Army man,” she scoffed. “You look like a Zolthor, therefore you are a Zolthor. I am Honora. Your trainer. I will teach you to use a sword. So whether you are Zolthor or not, you will fight like one when I’m done with you.”

He must be dreaming. But he was awake. This was a nightmare. He closed his eyes and covered them with his hands, hoping to erase the images from his mind.

“Water. I need water,” he said. The ground cold on his naked buttocks.

The woman, whatever her name was, handed him a metal cup filled with a brownish liquid. He drank it, needing it regardless of its unappetizing color. Now he remembered what she said. Honora. But who was she? For that matter, where was he?

He looked around him and saw only a small room, with two openings. There should have been doors instead they were just empty archways in the walls, one leading outside and one to the inside. Coming from the outside was the din of metal hitting metal

“Tell me where I am,” he commanded her over the noise.

“You’re on Gregara. You’re a slave owned by Perdor, Valmud of the Tokina tribe.”

“I am no man’s slave.”

She shrugged. “Whatever you say. Now get up.” He ignored her demand. Like hell he was going to just acquiesce to her orders!

“Why do I need a sword? Give me back my blaster and I’ll show you a fight.”

“You try my patience. Technically there are no blasters allowed on the planet but they are everywhere. Regardless, they are not allowed in the arena. Only swords, spears and nets. It’s totally barbaric but what can you expect from barbarians?”

He finally looked up at the person belonging to the voice. A very tall woman with white-blond hair, braided and laying over one shoulder with the iciest blue eyes he’d ever seen stood before him.

“You. I released you from the chains last night.”

“It wasn’t last night. It was two nights ago. Thank you for that but it doesn’t change the fact that I need to train you for the arena.”

“What arena? What’s a valmud?” he stood up not caring that he was naked. He had to get out of here. He shook his head trying to understand and shake the confusion and the residual drugs from it.

“It’s not a valmud. It’s the Valmud. The leader of the tribe. Learn that now and save yourself grief later. He watches us now.”

He looked at the two doorways, then up the wall at the boxed seating. There was a slender, dark skinned man in a purple shirt and brown pants. He had short hair and no beard. He looked ordinary. Nodding at the woman, he got up and left.

After his brief nod, she came over to him and stood toe to toe. Forcing him to look at her. Look into those beautiful blue eyes that held no warmth. Gaze at her perfect pink mouth as she talked to him. He had to still be under the effects of the drugs. Why did he care about such things? He closed his eyes, shook his head then opened them again and concentrated on her words.

“I will explain this once,” she poked him in the chest with the index finger of her left hand. “No more. You better hope your head clears before I finish. Perdor loves the gladiator games. They are the favored entertainment of the Tokina. Once you are trained, you will go to the arena with me. Perdor does not send you into the arena without proper training. He wants the fights to be entertaining, not a slaughter. You are to be paired with me. We are the new “fighting giants.” We’ll fight together and because I have no wish to die, you will learn how to fight, with a sword and never again with a blaster.”

Joridan was sure he must be losing his mind. Either that or Krios had abandoned him and he’d ended up in hell. Or maybe it was heaven. Where else would a beautiful, very tall woman with white blond hair and icy blue eyes be training him how to use a sword?

He closed his eyes, scrubbed his hands over his face, slid down the cold stone wall and tried to remember what happened? What the hell happened?

I hope you enjoyed the preview and that it's sparked your interest in the book. See you again in a few weeks.

1 comments:

Christine Ashworth said...: Wow. What a switch-up. This looks very cool, Cindy!; September 19, 2012 at 11:04 AM

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