Chapter 32
March 3,390 BC
Earth: Village of Assur
JAMIN
Incomplete rows of mud-bricks whispered taunts the same way the villagers now whispered behind his back. The forms sat vacant as they had since the day she'd broken off their engagement. Sand. Straw. Buckets to carry water. And a pile of goat dung to act as a binding agent to make their house strong. All his life he'd enjoyed the hunt. The sport. The kill. But only Ninsianna had ever inspired him to build.
Jamin choked back the emptiness which threatened to consume him, his mind leaping to all sorts of horrible conclusions. The winged demon touching his girl. The winged demon touching her face. The winged demon touching her … her … her …
NO!
He picked up a sapling he'd cut as a roof strut and smashed it into the wall, imagining
