If you like music while you're reading, try "My Love Will Never Die" by AG and Claire Wyndham. It's what I listened to while writing!
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~ TARKYN ~
Tarkyn found a clearing a few minutes later. It took only a glance at the sergeant—who whistled and made a hand gesture—for the guards to spread out and leave him to himself. Oh, they would hover at the points of the compass, watching. They would follow their orders. But they wouldn't interfere. And that was what was important.
Body humming with tension, mind spinning, rage roiling in his chest, Tarkyn walked slowly to the middle of the small clearing, hands fisted tightly at his sides.
He didn't have a blindfold, so he closed his eyes. He didn't have a scarf to block his ears, so he took a moment to breathe and tune his senses to nothing but his own heartbeat… and the power and might of the Creator watching.
And then he began to move.
