Orcs
Stan Nicholls
Language: English
Pages: 769
ISBN: 0316033707
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
"Look at me. Look at the Orc."
"There is fear and hatred in your eyes. To you I am a monster, a skulker in the shadows, a fiend to scare your children with. A creature to be hunted down and slaughtered like a beast in the fields.
It is time you pay heed to the beast. And see the beast in yourself. I have your fear. But I have earned your respect.
Hear my story. Feel the flow of blood and be thankful. Thankful that it was me, not you, who bore the sword. Thankful to the orcs; born to fight, destined to win peace for all."
This book will change the way you feel about Orcs forever.
way. But make it clear they’re carrying it, not being given it. And if any of ’em has other ideas, they’ll get more than their arses tanned.” Alfray nodded and left. Coilla lingered. “You look . . . strange,” she said. “Is everything all right?” “No, Corporal, it isn’t.” Stryke’s words dripped venom. “If you hadn’t noticed, we should have reported to Jennesta hours since. And that might mean getting our throats cut. Now do as you’re told!” She fled. Wisps of the vision still clung to his
make it harder for them. But every time he looked back they were still on his trail, and they remained in the same relationship to each other, like a trawl net ready to scoop him. He put on all the speed he could muster. His limbs throbbed with pain. When he gulped for breath it felt like inhaling fire. Then one of the tremendous stars bounced down on his right-hand side, erupting ash. He veered to the left. Another landed, blocking his way. The third was spinning above him. Stumbling, he fell
balled, Jup and Haskeer advanced on each other, eager to turn insults into action. “As you were!” Stryke barked. Glowering, the pair of sergeants lingered on the edge of mutiny. Stryke elbowed between them, palmed their chests and shoved them apart. “Are you officers in this band or what? Eh? You want to stay sergeants, act like it!” They backed off, scowling. “No way am I taking brawling from you two,” Stryke told them. “If you’ve got a beef, save it for the opposition. And if you’ve got
about his dreams, and he hadn’t mentioned to anybody that the stars had sung to him. He had talked to Haskeer again about his experience, although the Sergeant was no nearer making sense of it and proved unusually tight-lipped. It seemed he wanted to bury the incident. But Stryke drew some comfort from the fact that it was unlikely both he and Haskeer should go insane in exactly the same way. With that in mind, and somewhere to go, he felt he had more of a grip. But not entirely. There were still
against him, her lithe form rising and falling in a deliberate, unhurried rhythm. His head rolled from side to side, eyes glazed, mouth gaping. Her tempo increased. He writhed and began moaning. The motion grew faster. He started to respond, tentatively at first, then thrusting deeper and harder. Jennesta tossed back her hair. The cloud of raven locks caught pinpoints of light that wreathed her in a nimbus of fire. Aware he was on the verge of gushing his seed, she rode him mercilessly, building