Friday, 29 April 2016
Excerpt, The Chronicles of Han Storm, Taming Encha, Book 3, Chapter One
*** One ***
"She is my best bleeder" the bald man informed me, referring to an anaemic looking girl confined in a cage, staring listlessly into nothing.
"We keep the virgins pure, collecting their moons for the Master" he chatted informatively, leading me deeper into the cavern system, cages and containing gates lining the walls.
"He indulges in their sweet scented blood, sustaining himself and his magics" he told me, stopping, unlocking a gate to a dark corner.
"But when he wants food, he prefers the blood of the breeders, especially those that are made to abort, for within their blood is the gift of eternal youth."
He opened the gate, indicating me to enter.
I walked past him into the cold damp of my cell, turning back to stare at his self-satisfied, sharpened tooth grin.
"What happens if you cannot find a pregnant woman?" I wished to know.
"Then we have to sacrifice a baby or a small child to satisfy his needs."
He locked the gate securely before standing back, watching the disgust on my features.
"It is nothing new. The breeders are not always susceptible to impregnation and the Master only wants to feed off pure humans."
"Pure humans?" I wanted to know.
"Yes, those people that are not eaters of man-flesh."
"Then these breeders are not from your Clan?"
"No, of course not! They are prisoners, as yourself. The Master is going to be overjoyed with your capture. A true Captain of the Newcomers."
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