A simple trip to the market sends Venya on a nightmare of kidnapping and threat of sacrifice. She stores up her energy and breaks free, stumbling through the forest to hide and hopefully return to the spaceport. Morrer is the emissary of Lassing, God of Morvigeth, he is searching for the lost psychic to save her, and when he finds her, his focus shifts to luring her into his arms and his bed. With years of butchered psychics on Morvigeth, Venya is sceptical of his intentions, but she accepts the touch of the star and it leads to a satisfying revenge.
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Wrath of the Stars
Copyright © 2011 Viola Grace
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Wrath of the Stars
Hashka Chronicles Three
By
Viola Grace
Chapter One
Morrer Mathwin stood in the front hall of the ninth round of priests to defy the will of Lassing.
The men were twitching on the ground, each had felt the presence of their star and they were punished based on their level of devotion to the perversion that their religion had taken on.
The one on the left, he knows something. Something in his mind keeps slipping out of my grasp. I am most frustrated that I am not at my best right now.
Morrer rubbed his forehead while the star gripped the man in question. “Lassing is tiring of your silence. Please be warned that this will not end well.”