My contribution this week is from the Princes of the Shroud series, soon to be published by Zharmae Press. Book one is Shrouded, and this is from chapter four. :)
Snippet:
Vashia
wriggled her hands against the restraints and fought off another wave of panic.
She glanced around the hangar bay, took in the filth, the rows of chained
slaves and cringed. What have I done? The roar of ships departing shook
the bench where they sat. Fourteen lost souls who’d passed the pre-screening and
signed away all their worldly rights.
And
she’d done it too.
She
eyed the dirty, bruised legs across from them and couldn’t remember for the
life of her why she’d signed. Her mind reasoned that it was all an act, that
the poor souls opposite their line were the real slaves, but her doubt argued, how
do you know? She’d trusted complete
strangers because of one word: offspring.