In this world, Grezans are prized as exotic captives, on display in households of the wealthy.<br><br>And the cruel.<br><br>Tulano was saved by his Master, saved from a life of arena fighting, slavery, or worse. He's trained to be a warrior now, acting as bodyguard to his benefactor. But when his Master has to court his constituents, how far will Tulano have to go appease his Master and the wealthy who fund his campaigns?

Sand and Tears

He reached through the bars,desperate to touch her.“I am Tulano.What is your name?”


She stood,barely higher than Tulano was on his knees.She was perhaps ten years old,still straight up and down,sexless.The young Grezan had cool,eerie silver eyes,a genetic mutation that went with her crimson skin.Their pale pigment looked entirely foreign to him.She momentarily flinched away asTulano’s tattooed hands reached her thin shoulders.Her red skin was coveredwith grime,Zeltra hadn’t allowed the slaves to wash.The dirt came away on his fingers.


“I am Pularis,”she answered.“From the east villages.”


He sent a soft nudge of Mind-enhanced well being,felt her relax as she realized this strange Grezan with the ugly horns wouldn’t hurt her.


“Where have you been before this?What has happened to you?”His questions were useless.


Chapter 5