Manhandled (2003)
“He could wriggle a little, flex the muscles in his shoulders and thighs, but his arms were numb and his whole body ached. The soldiers had simply opened the door and flung him into the king’s chamber.
A window slit let in a narrow band of light that moved across the floor as the hours passed. The sounds and smells of supper drifted under the heavy oak door. Adair’s stomach complained of hunger—he had not eaten since break-fast—but no one came.
Shadows crept across the room as the light ...faded. Though it was early summer, cold seeped out of the ancient stones, chilling his flesh. He heard the evening song of a thrush, high and sweet and infinitely sad to one who knew he might never again hear the morning larks.
It was hard to die for something you hadn’t done. He had known the risk when his father, Tarkun, Duke of Corydon, had chosen him to be a hostage as a token of peace in exchange for the cousin of Dakin Kenet Tejar, High Lord and King of Massalas.MoreLess
A window slit let in a narrow band of light that moved across the floor as the hours passed. The sounds and smells of supper drifted under the heavy oak door. Adair’s stomach complained of hunger—he had not eaten since break-fast—but no one came.
Shadows crept across the room as the light ...faded. Though it was early summer, cold seeped out of the ancient stones, chilling his flesh. He heard the evening song of a thrush, high and sweet and infinitely sad to one who knew he might never again hear the morning larks.
It was hard to die for something you hadn’t done. He had known the risk when his father, Tarkun, Duke of Corydon, had chosen him to be a hostage as a token of peace in exchange for the cousin of Dakin Kenet Tejar, High Lord and King of Massalas.MoreLess
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