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I’ve just come off of a ten-hour editing shift, so my brain is full of Winter of the Wolf, Book Four in the Desolate Empire Series. I’m going to attempt to post a not-too-spoilery snippet. At the end of Hammer of the Gods, Braeden took off into the woods, hot on the trail of Teodora’s deadliest minion. The next book picks up only a few hours later. There’s a commotion at the rear of his force, and Braeden goes to see what’s happened. Devyn is Kendryk and Gwynneth’s somewhat bratty 12-year-old son. Creatively punctuated.
“What in the name of …” Braeden trailed off as he reached the rear guard and saw who they had. “Vica’s tits, Your Grace; what are you doing here?”
“What do you think?” Devyn Bernotas asked, staring up at Braeden with a challenging glare. “Unhand me, you idiot,” he snapped at the man holding him, who promptly dropped his arm.
“Is something wrong?” Braeden asked, his mouth suddenly dry, “your mother … Natalya?”
“They’re fine,” Devyn shook himself impatiently, then touched the bloodied corner of his mouth and scowled, “This man struck me; how do you plan to punish him, Commander Terris?”
“Punish him?” Braeden asked as he dismounted and walked straight up to Devyn; the boy was tall for his age, but had to tilt his head back far to look Braeden in the eye. “This guard was doing his job, watching our rear; you were lucky no one shot you,” then he remember to add, “Your Grace.”
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