Extraits

Prologue

Mako

Screams of the dying echoed throughout the castle.

As Mako made his way toward the stairwell, he kept to shadows cast by the setting sun. A deep, throaty laugh carried down the hall. Mako slid into an empty room, pressing his body flat against the wall next tor the door.

"That way," a man ordered. "This section has already been taken care of. Go to the east wing. Check every room. No one is to be left alive."

A group of enemy soldiers dressed in battle gear marched past without noticing Mako. They carried weapons - swords and daggers - all dripping with blood. Mako's fist thighened around the hilt of his sword, his muscles tense and ready to attack. He held his breath and forced himself to remain still instead of charging the soldiers. When the last man stepped around the corner at the end of the hallway, Mako crept out to the room.