Gretis lay there for a moment taking in shallow, rasping breaths. Her body felt as though it were on fire from within, and the sensation was so immense and engulfing that she could not decipher what injuries she had suffered. She could not move anything. All she could do was lie in the dirt and listen to the sounds of the forest, and the snarling breaths of the demon lord who was only a short distance away.
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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...
