Chapter 49
October - 3,390 BC
Earth: Village of Assur
JAMIN
A thin sliver of moonlight shone through the crack left in the large, flat rock that covered the pit and touched Jamin's cheek, the only light he'd had for three days. The crack had not been left open out of pity. Siamek had spat in the pit as he'd thrown down his food and water yesterday and told him Shahla's baby was dead. No. The crack was left because after three days in the pit, the air ran out and his father had not yet decided whether he wanted him alive or dead.
"I am sorry," Jamin said to the moon.
The moon, of course, did not answer. How could it? Not only had the winged demon taken Ninsianna from him, and then his place as leader of the warriors, and then his pride, but now he had taken away his very concept of wh
