"Hello, great one," Cassian shouted, his voice surprisingly even.
There was a very long pause were the creature cast its blazing stare directly at Cassian—a moment where Somar's heart flooded with sheer terror. Was this all mistake? Could the beast even respond to words after centuries of solitary imprisonment? The answer to that question came abruptly from all around: <Cassian Asango.> [REDACTED]
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Age of Asango: Book I
Fantasy***SAMPLE FIRST THREE CHAPTERS*** It is an age of slavery, of ignorance, torture, and racism--yet within the darkness there is still great humanity. The vast Denigoth Empire has reached a time of relative peace. A conflict wages within its boarders...
