Audiobook (science fiction novel)
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Young Adult (18-35)Accents
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Chapter four. Well, you little fellas certainly got his attention. I'll give you that Loba was marching them back down the hill. Ingvar had his arm around Eric because he still didn't have his staff back from the S gothic guards and picking his way down the hill had been treacherous at his own pace earlier that day. Well, now Locka was basically hurling them down but thought was already at the bottom. The haze of his cloud of curses still lingering over them. Mother had dropped the little gem on him and then turned and refused to speak any further. And auntie had crossed her arms and looked down in her own permanent silence. Daughter had collapsed into a trance but thought it exploded in fury and then blown past them without a look. A bit confused. Loba had pointed her sword at the brothers and ordered them out. Did you know she asked Eric now just that much that one of us is Bead's son. One of you. We don't know which never have how I thought you were brothers. Even you on Edin must have heard of the burning of stool. Eric said Ingvar and I are the only survivors of that little episode. She scowled and that let her think for a moment. Lobo was interesting. Eric had trouble guessing her age but would say somewhere about 10 to 15 years older than he and Ingvar, easily old enough to remember the devastation of the greatest settlement on stole the home world of the Verga an attack. He was sure she had always been told, had left no survivors.