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- Partes 21
"Sam Strongarms emerges from the walls of her nation more alone than she has ever felt. As she faces the sprawling mass of soldiers, a sea of reds and yellows, she suddenly realizes that the army could easily decide to fight dirty and unleash a slew of arrows on her. Then, her sacrifice really would be in vain.
But unlike the wild Opians who are equally as strong, the Dixians always fight fair. So fair, that when reds and yellows part to reveal Redthorn glimmering in grey armor striding toward Sam, Sam wishes they had been cheap shots after all. Then at least her death would have been quick."
The might of the Dixians is only rivaled by that of the nomadic Opians. So when the peaceful Publicaens face them in battle, they know they will lose. Their only hope is Sam Strongarms, their legendary fighter who has tricked her way into the title.
This is the story of what happens to the nations that lose. Of the people who try their best to live in peace, only for history to be written by those who conquer them. What happens to those people after they lose? Why won't the Great Goddesses favor them instead of the winners? And who is to blame when everything goes wrong?
WARNING: This book contains swearing, violence, and themes of abuse.
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