"How come he speaks our language?" Qusack finally said, and I knew he felt stupid. That should have been one of our questions. Because our continent was not on their map and they arrived here by chance, how come they speak our language? "Do you think he is hiding something?" Qusack asked, and I did
Nikolas. Morning came. I could feel the eagerness in the air. Aliana was still sleeping, and I felt her temperature rise slightly. I hoped the whole issue with Snow and the attackers had not gotten to her. Even though she had maintained a calm exterior and had fun in Hill, I could not dismiss the
I planned to rush through the day to join my wife in the hospital. I prayed for strength because my heart was no longer at ease. The last thing I wanted to think of was being told that my wife had passed away. The fear was real, and it was coursing through my veins. I had never been afraid of losi
Nikolas. Qusack ushered in Gaddafi and his sons, Khalif and Yusuf. They seemed more refreshed than they were the last time I saw them. They were clean-shaven, and their thick black hair shined. They looked as if they were not from around here, but they would obviously make the ladies swoon. "Your
"I do not have all day, Gaddafi. I have a pressing matter to deal with," I said sternly, not willing to waste time there, waiting for him to gather his thoughts and speak to me. "This language is spoken in our territory on Pictoria. It was once a kingdom, but now it is a territory since our King is
I could see his relief, and he looked at Khalif and Yusuf. "We are trained fighters. We will teach you all we know and show you everything to the best of our ability. We will tell of our weaknesses and strengths and if Mustapha is unfortunate enough to find his way to this continent. No matter how
Nikolas I used a car to the hospital to get there on time. While we drove there, I remembered when we used rickshaws and was grateful for how far Forest had come and how we could easily develop. Qusack was the driver, and I knew he, too, was worried for me. Should anything happen to Aliana, my worl
I let go of his neck. "We could try to abort the baby. That should help, or we could manage the symptoms and allow her to overcome the illness and heal herself, keeping her and the baby," The Doctor said, and I snarled at the Doctor. "What are the chances that your second option will work?" I aske