Barring unforeseen events my next Domains of the Chosen book, Bloodlust: The Sum of Hate will release next week. Here is a taste:
The body was pinned to a tree with javelins through each shoulder and one in the belly. It was easy to read pain in the features of the dead man, although softened by death and decay.
“This is bad,” said Elder Hissu.
“This is my father’s work,” said Riritaka. “He wants to cause panic.”
“Who is this man?” asked Gavin.
“He is known to me,” said Elder Hissu, sadly. “He is a trader among your people, beloved by both the Legionnaires and those who seek peace among the tribes.”
“The scouts tell me he was put here four days ago,” said Strategos Mora. “This was done while we were attending the sodding peace talks.”
“Yes, that sounds like Gotka,” said Riritaka. “He will come for us soon.”
“How far away from the fort are we?” asked Gavin.
“If we marched clear through the night we could get there in less than twenty hours,” said Strategos Mora. “We cannot outpace The Pale in the jungle though, Chosen. Only the best of the scouts could manage that feat, and even then, it would be risky.”
“Can we evade them?” asked Gavin.
“No,” said Strategos Mora. “We believe they watch us, even now.”
“It is possible,” said Chosen Brighthoof. “But surely not in numbers large enough to be a threat.”
“The watchers will be directing two groups,” said Riritaka. “One will be between us and the fort, the other will be trailing us.”
“Should we move to the coast then?” asked Gavin, trying to formulate a plan.
“They would expect that, would they not?” responded elder Hissu, turning to Riritaka.
“Yes,” said Riritaka. “The paths to the coast will be heavily trapped.”
“Strategos Mora, how far away are your men?” asked Gavin.
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The Duellum Dominantium was one of the few times that both groups enter the fighting grounds at the same time.
Silvius, followed by the mountainous form of the Gorehound entered from the south, while Sadira and Sapphire Kiss entered from the north. A half-million fans, all on their feet, screaming and cheering, greeted the four Gladiators as their feet touched the white sands.
Sadira, known for her flashy entrances, merely gave a salute to the crowd and then plodded to the centre of the Arena. The audience was taken aback; those who hated Sadira filled the air with jeers and boos, while those who loved her felt a touch of fear at the sight of their vivacious hero looking wan and full of sorrow. Sapphire Kiss walked beside her like an energetic filly following in the wake of an old mare, eager and ready to fight.
Silvius strode across the sand, his hair spilling over his shoulders in magnificent curls, jaw set in a confident smile. Everything about him shone, from his armour and the edge of his Draklaive to his oiled skin. He stood a head taller than Sadira and Sapphire Kiss, and looked leaner and more powerful than he had in many years.
Behind him lumbered the Gorehound, huge and foreboding.
For The Duellum Dominantium, Quintus diKrass, the most famed arena announcer of the day had been brought out of retirement. He named each of the fighters in turn and they all gave a salute. Sadira’s was curt, in marked contrast the impressive flourish given by Silvius.
“It looks as if the flower of Daer has wilted,” intoned Silvius. “Have you come to regret challenging me, kitten?”