Penance exerpt-Of Feather and Fang book2 chapter25It was a voice in the darkness. It had been so long since he had heard anyone that he wasn’t sure what to make of it. It was sounds and then slowly his brain translated the sounds into words. Someone was talking to him. It was soft, gentle even. He couldn’t fathom what was being said to him. Why was someone talking to him? No one ever spoke to him... not unless... Was this voice only another one of many, many voices that screamed, voices that died for him? He blinked, trying to bring his surroundings into focus. Nothing was making sense. There wasn’t a single thing that spoke to him. He closed his eyes wishing that whomever spoke to him would understand... slaves aren’t meant to be talked to.
He was jarred from his thoughts by a sudden change. What had happened? Something was very different. He felt sluggish. He struggled to right himself, floundering against the hard packed floor as though he were drowning in deep water. He couldn’t remember the last time