While the Black Stars Burn
“She is ill. Last night’s dreams were filled with fever-warped images of shrouded doctors, knives and needles, tubes and dark blood. The doctors of the Resistance will do their very best for her, but she is an old lady now, her body fragile. The thought that she might die turns my guts to ice. Her life is my only hope in this Hell. But at least I know she is safe from the Jagaren. For now.The boy is maybe eight or nine, redheaded, skinny and bruised. His ankles are purple and rope-burned. The ga...sh in his neck is as pale as raw bacon; they’ve drained the blood from his body. Sometimes, depending on the menu du jour, they leave the chilled blood for me in a stainless steel thermos jug beside the corpse’s head. But not today. He has the look of a child who’s been in captivity for a long time. But he has to be the flesh and blood of somebody important in the Resistance, else he would not be here in my kitchen. The Jagaren always have their most precious catches flown in fresh from the battlefield, concentration camp, and torture chamber.As always, the menu instructions are printed on stiff paper tucked into the corpse’s mouth.MoreLess
Read book While the Black Stars Burn for free
Write Review:
Guest
Read Also
7 / 10
User Reviews: