TIMELESS FIRE - CHAPTER 27
posted by Cat @ 6:16 PM
Thursday, October 07, 2004
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- Name: Cat
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C.R.Myers is a Texan—born and bred in the Lone Star State. A English/Drama teacher by profession, she received her M. A. from the University of Texas at Tyler. As a teacher and professional speaker, she designed and implemented her own creative course as well as writing college sketches, which were performed on a local television station. She decided to start writing seriously only within the last few years. Since then, she has written eleven novels. Black Ice/Shadowed Road was her first published novel. Since then, Through the Shadows, Red, Red Rose, Lady’s Game, Shattered Illusion, and Blonde Logic have been published as well as nine other stories sold to area newspapers and magazines. Through her writing, she has received cards and letters from fans from all over the US and fifteen different countries. The books have sold well and the reviews have been strong, leading to seven book signings and two out of state appearances. Two of the books have been chosen as books to be presented in Austin at the Texas Book Festival.
Previous Posts
- Roman Facade
- CHAPTER 26
- CONSTSTANTINE RELIEF
- CHAPTER 25
- TIMELESS FIRE - CHAPTER 24
- Roman Art
- Timeless Fire Chapter 23
- FORUM AT TRAJAN
- CHAPTER 22
- View From the Forum of Trajan
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Chapter 27
Nicadea pushed the hair back from her face. Gathering rushes was not her favorite chore. Her life had fallen into a routine. Not exactly pleasant—but tolerable. A cool breeze unsettled her stack of rushes. It threatened to topple over. She braced it with her foot. Hunger pains bit at her insides. From the angle of the sun, she could tell it was almost noontime. She wanted a drink but saw that the red-haired woman called Cassea was watching her. She finished tying the rushes. Soon it would be time to carry them back to the bastion.
The trip was long and tiring. Nicadea was so focused on following the path she at first failed to notice the bustle of activity in the citadel. When she did, she was alarmed. They were back. The Roman solders who had captured her and made her a slave were home. She bowed her head and tried to slip by unnoticed. Not looking where she was going she didn’t stop until she walked headlong into something hard. She looked up. There in front of her stood the man she wanted to see least in the whole world, Mikelle Saturnus.
With head bowed, she mumbled something and tried to pass. His hand shot out to stop her—grabbing her around the arm. She tried to shrug him off, but his grip was firm.
“Not so fast. I will have need of your services later on this evening. Follow me. You can bring the rushes to my rooms.”
Cassea watched the exchange with dismay. Now she would have another woman to deal with. She would be handled like the first. Mikelle Saturnus would belong to her if she had to kill every woman in the area. She turned away to hide her anger.
Nicadea followed Mikelle, her heart growing heavier every step of the way. By the time they reached Mikelle’s room, she was trembling all over. He paused before the brocade-covered arch and turned to stare down at her. She didn’t look up. He continued walking into the room. She waited just inside the archway.
“After you put down the rushes, I want you to fetch water for my bath. My guards will help you. Then you can wash my back.”
Her feet refused to move. She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out. He walked toward her. “I know you understand me, so what seems to be the problem?”
He was close enough for her to smell his musky scent. She looked up into his eyes. They spit sharp spikes of jade. She took a step back. He moved with her. “I’ll get your water,” she said, bolting from the room. His laughter followed her down the hall.
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