Turning the Storm (2003)
Turning the Storm
“—The Journey of Gèsu, chapter 7, verse 22.
The Fedeli guards pulled a hood over my head; I wasn't sure if it was to disguise my identity as they took me into the Citadel, to keep me from seeing my route to the prison below, or just to disorient and frighten me. I didn't know when Rosalba left me; Felice stayed back on the steps of the Citadel, still hobbled. I made a tentative effort to test the guard's grip on my arms, and was rewarded with a blow so hard I thought for a moment he'd cracked th...e back of one of my ribs.
We descended stairs, down and down and down. The air was cold, and I could smell charred meat mixed with human wastes, acrid urine, and sour vomit. I heard the clang of a door, the rattle of a chain, and they snapped something cold around my wrists. They were chaining me.
The hood was pulled off my head. I was in a cell, lit with witchlight that hurt my eyes. “Hold still,” the guard said, and took out a knife. I drew away, but he grasped the collar of my shirt and cut my clothes away from my body, nicking me with the blade when he cut away the cloth I'd used to bind my breasts.MoreLess
The Fedeli guards pulled a hood over my head; I wasn't sure if it was to disguise my identity as they took me into the Citadel, to keep me from seeing my route to the prison below, or just to disorient and frighten me. I didn't know when Rosalba left me; Felice stayed back on the steps of the Citadel, still hobbled. I made a tentative effort to test the guard's grip on my arms, and was rewarded with a blow so hard I thought for a moment he'd cracked th...e back of one of my ribs.
We descended stairs, down and down and down. The air was cold, and I could smell charred meat mixed with human wastes, acrid urine, and sour vomit. I heard the clang of a door, the rattle of a chain, and they snapped something cold around my wrists. They were chaining me.
The hood was pulled off my head. I was in a cell, lit with witchlight that hurt my eyes. “Hold still,” the guard said, and took out a knife. I drew away, but he grasped the collar of my shirt and cut my clothes away from my body, nicking me with the blade when he cut away the cloth I'd used to bind my breasts.MoreLess
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