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When Captain Dace crash lands on a primitive planet,
She finds herself on the run from villagers who are sure
she's a demon, and the Space patrol who's sure she's
one of the bad guys. Accused of stealing her own ship,
facing death (or worse) at the hands of those who should
be rescuing her, she must find not only some way to survive,
but also escape. Unfortunately, the world has other plans.
~~*~~
"The soldiers untied me just enough to get me off the horse.
The shoved me into an iron cage set under a flat root on
the far side of the square. I fell in a heap, unable to move
because of the rope still wound around me. The cage
slammed shut. I curled up in the straw at the bottom and
pretended to be somewhere far away. Even the
orphanage was better than this.
"The soldiers taunted me, jabbing me with sticks. I hunched
into a tighter ball. They gave up when I didn't respond.
Blood caked on a dozen different scratches. I smelled
like a garbage dump. The taste of the gag turned my
stomach and dried my mouth. The ropes pinched and
rubbed my skin raw. All of that paled as I watched the
villagers pile wood. They were going to burn me alive.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the
horrible sight."
She finds herself on the run from villagers who are sure
she's a demon, and the Space patrol who's sure she's
one of the bad guys. Accused of stealing her own ship,
facing death (or worse) at the hands of those who should
be rescuing her, she must find not only some way to survive,
but also escape. Unfortunately, the world has other plans.
~~*~~
"The soldiers untied me just enough to get me off the horse.
The shoved me into an iron cage set under a flat root on
the far side of the square. I fell in a heap, unable to move
because of the rope still wound around me. The cage
slammed shut. I curled up in the straw at the bottom and
pretended to be somewhere far away. Even the
orphanage was better than this.
"The soldiers taunted me, jabbing me with sticks. I hunched
into a tighter ball. They gave up when I didn't respond.
Blood caked on a dozen different scratches. I smelled
like a garbage dump. The taste of the gag turned my
stomach and dried my mouth. The ropes pinched and
rubbed my skin raw. All of that paled as I watched the
villagers pile wood. They were going to burn me alive.
I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the
horrible sight."
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