War-Dancer (Tales of the Commonwealth Book 4) Read Online Free PDF

eyed Razor intently and the midshipman recoiled from her. He was spiteful, but he was not stupid.
     
    Fu’Ryah then picked up the foreman’s facemask, cleansed it of the blood staining it, and displayed it to everyone around her. “I will take his mask as my trophy, so as to remind myself that there are bold warriors even among our adversaries. Let it be known that they that fight with honour, will be treated honourably, and they that fight dishonourably, will be left to rot.” The skipper’s words echoed in their broken surroundings. They were met with sepulchral silence at first, but in an unexpected turn of events, the muffled sound of fists striking their combat gorgets signalled the universal approval of all the Blood Bond raiders.
     
    Then, while Zanzibar, Spiter and Ma’Gwa handled the loading of the prisoners into the barge, and while Razor greedily led a party to loot what they could from the Black Rose compound, Fu’Ryah retreated to her air-skiff escorted only by the first-mate. The two of them led their surviving vehicles – loaded with their wounded and the belongings of their dead – back to their extraction point, where the Scimitar waited to collect them.
     
    Zanzibar, Spiter and Ma’Gwa could handle the freeing of the Black Rose slaves on their own, and the looting that was already under way would run its course of its own accord. They day belonged to the crew of the Scimitar.
     
    Still, as they speeded over the frozen landscape of Titania, Fu’Ryah suddenly realised how costly their raid had been to them, and she regretted it.  The transhuman captain threw away the trinket she had collected from the battlefield, for she wanted no memento of that day.
     
     
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              This piece is an excerpt from the novel entitled “ The Fate of Libertatia ” ( ISBN-13: 978-1495990236) , and I sincerely hope that you have enjoyed it. If you did, I invite you to get a copy of the entire narrative, so you can follow-up on the adventures of Captain Furyah and her crew of misfits. Also, don’t forget to rate this work and to share it with your friends. Your kind appraisal and comments will be greatly appreciated.
     
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