Cinath will pay.
Here, words failed him. It did not matter what happened afterward, if only he could reach Cinath and close his hands around the Ar-King’s wretched neck. Or slit his belly open and laugh as his guts spilled across the floor. Or cut off his ears and nose, then his testicles, savoring each scream, each whimper, each plea for mercy.
Gelon would pay. Gelon would burn. By all the gods of Gelon and Denariya, by the ancient powers of his people, by whatever monstrosity the wild men of the Fever Lands worshipped, he would bring down this accursed city, and every city in this thrice-damned land, and every single person in it.
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THE SEVEN-PETALED SHIELD
SHANNIVAR*
THE HEIR OF KHORED*
*Coming soon from DAW Books