Chapter 29Da’ric
I stood looking down at the body that was bleeding out into the soil of Ilha da Queimada Grande, Island of the Great Burning. The golden lancehead wrapped around my arm raised his head from where it had been resting on the back of my hand and stared unblinking into my eyes.
Very nicely done, little brother. Thank you.
The snake hissed softly, his forked tongue flicking in and out to test the air for more prey, and I placed him on a low-hanging tree branch. Without a backward glance he was gone.
There was a sound behind me, and I turned. This piece of excrement still lives. A large, webbed foot nudged the almost lifeless body. The disgust in my Brachi father’s mind colored his communication.
Not for long. I envisioned the sharks that frequented the stretch of ocean jus
