Another six today from my WIP, The Desert Fox and The Iberico Clavel – OR – The Solitude of An Armored Soul, book three of the Iron Angel series.
“You should have been a boy!”
The old man’s tortured voice echoed through the empty room. Alondra jerked back as if she’d been slapped. Her hands, still on the silk, yanked it away from the old man’s face. He stared at her unseeing, his eyes rolling in their sockets. He drew one long, wheezing breath, and then shouted again, his once powerful voice a hideous mockery of itself.