The First Americans 03 Forbidden Land by William Sarabande

The First Americans 03 Forbidden Land by William Sarabande

Author:William Sarabande [Sarabande, William]
Format: epub
Published: 2010-05-03T07:01:12.845000+00:00


Breathless, she drew her mouth from his and looked directly into his face. Starlight illuminated the pain in his eyes--pain for a lost son and for the woman whose longing for that child could never be assuaged. His lips glistened with the moisture of her kiss. Once again she trembled. He was no longer the youth she had adored as a child and no longer the man whom she had loved from afar as a young girl. He was a mature hunter in the full power of his prime whose face and form were infinitely more wonderful than they had ever been. Strength and compassion were etched into his handsome features as though time had taken a blade and carved them there for all to see. No man in the world had a face as magnificent as Torka's. Not even the incomparably perfect Navahk--for his face, though handsome, had been as sharply drawn as the face of a raptorial bird, lean and cruel, and with odd, serrate-edged teeth.

She shivered. She had wanted Navahk once, long ago. Her wanting had had nothing to do with love, or even with liking, for she had detested the infamous magic man from the moment he had strutted brazenly into the Great Gathering at the head of his band. She had no desire to walk at the side of any man but Torka, but all women burned for Navahk. It was an enchantment that he put upon them.

In the end, the fire she had felt for him had been quenched by rape, yet in her heart she knew that at the moment he took her, although she had fought against him, she had wanted him and had nearly given herself--until she had looked into his eyes and had glimpsed his black soul. She had learned that to yield to him was to die. No, worse than that--to yield to him would have betrayed her love for Torka. And so she had fought him until the end, and when at last he had come to his savage release, she had ruined it for him by proclaiming:

"I am his woman, always and forever."

And although he had beaten her into unconsciousness, she had placed herself beyond his power. Yet the memory of the man still filled her with revulsion and shame at the knowledge that she had ever desired him in the first place.

Torka drew her close, held her gently. "You must put the sad things of the past behind you, Lonit. Come now, woman of my heart, in my arms you will forget."

And in the fold of one powerful arm he guided her into the cave and to the place where their sleeping skins lay piled upon a thick mattress of lichens and grasses. lana had taken her bed furs to the fire of Grek and Wallah, so that she might aid the matron at her daily tasks and be there for her in the night; this allowed Grek to sleep and be strong for the days



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