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āLet her go!ā I shrieked, attempting to leap forward. I doubled over in pain as the guards holding me struck me in the gut. Tears of anguish brimmed at my eyes. āIā¦wonāt serve anyone!ā I spat on the ground, screaming. āSafad isnāt a god! Heās nothing!ā
The guards holding me suddenly let go, taken aback. Silence rang forth from the crowd and rapidly descended upon the entire square.
Mujadin looked at me, speechless.
āSafad isnāt holy! Heās a man who pisses and shits like everyone else. His laws are hogwash. You kill for nothing! You are nothing! Youāre a liar, scum, a deceiver. All your life fighting for some sick charlatan!ā I yelled, feeling blood rush to my face, popping out the veins on my throat and forehead.
I didnāt truly know if I believed what I was saying, but Kafed had echoed my own thoughts on the subject countless times; he believed that Safad wasnāt divineāthat heād tricked others with his āmiraclesā to gain power and keep it. Everything that was happening was because of that narcissistic, deceiving man-god my father worshipped.Ā
No one in the crowd moved or spoke. The soldiers around me leveled their weapons at my head. The penalty for denying Safadās divinity was death. I tightened my fists. If this was to end in a hail of bullets, at least Iād diverted attention from those about to be executed, my sister, and Kafed.
Mujadin put up a trembling hand, ordering the men to hold their fire. A deadly whisper. āNo. No. He will suffer.ā
A short, quiet pause rang forth, then suddenly, I lost control of my body and fell to the concrete ground, pain exploding from every nerve. Iād been struck by stun weapons.Ā
My vision blurred, light entering my pupils in bursts. For one second I saw my fatherās stony face, the next the feet of guards, the crowd staring at me, the sea-green sky, my sister weeping on the ground, Kafed flanked by guards.Ā
Soldiers grabbed each of my arms and hoisted me to my knees. Time seemed to slow as I got my bearings, blinking at the crowd, then the air was sliced in two, the sound of a whip whistling before it hit its mark.
Tongues of fire lit up my back, pulling a heinous scream from my throat. My muscles tightened like knots, fresh air eating away at my raw flesh. Red engulfed my vision, and the air thundered and rippled. Wapash! My forearms tensed, and I cried out, trembling. The flames returned again and again, one lash after the other, ceaseless. The sky darkened, and the blistering heat disappeared. My flesh shredded apart in lines, pulled off my muscles in crisscrossing patterns, my blood flowing out, dripping onto the stone. The leather gouged deep into me with each lick. I could hardly breathe.
My tear-filled eyes stared blankly to those below the platform and rested upon a man below me, just one of the many among thousands. White skin. Blond hair. A Northeasterner? My eyes widened at the woman beside himāfiery red locks flared out behind a scarlet mask. Piercing blue eyes drank me in. I expected hostility from them but found shock instead. Sympathy. Conflict within these foreigners. And then they were gone, replaced by black. A last shuddering breath, another crack, and darkness took me.
Great review! His cover is incredible.
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Thanks so much, Robbie! I enjoyed it too!š
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I couldn’t get past the author’s name. Not one for my notebook, but because of the historical connection. Emiliano Zapata was a famous leader in the Mexican Revolution during the 1900s, and was assassinated in 1919. I wonder if the author is related to him? (Or Zapata might just be a very common name in Mexico. š )
Best wishes, Pete. xx
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Thanks for sharing this information, Pete!š I like the name! It sounds unique to me but anywho I love when you share tidbits of history with me, it’s so fascinating! Xoxoxoxo š¹šš¹š
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Looks very interesting
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It definitely is!š I am so glad I got the opportunity think read it. Thanks so much for stopping by!š
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So much good stuff to read available… a human being doesn’t have nearly enough time to read a fraction of it.
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I know!!!šÆš The struggle is real! So many books ššš so little time.ššŗšš„š«
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Always been that way. Some memories remain hued in gold forever it seems
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So true!šÆš
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Terrific review Ms Dani. I have this on my tbr.āŗļø
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Thanks so much, Ms. Kim!š I think you will enjoy this one when ever you get to it. I know so many books so little time!š ššš
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Hey Dani, thank you so much girl. You are awesomešš
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You are awesome, Shalini!!!!ššš I am so glad we have become friends.š XOXOXOXO š¹šš¹š
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Anytime and always
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I have only heard great things about this book! š definitely feels like a most read! great review as always ⤠⤠⤠ā¤
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Thanks so much, beautiful unicorn!š It was fantastic!ššššš XOXOXOXO š¹šš¹š For some reason my notifications aren’t popping up.š
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I once saw this book in a library looks like it’s a must read one…
Thanks to your effective briefing.
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Thanks so much for commenting and I apologize for taking so long to respond!š Life was a ride for a while. Hope you have a wonderful day!š
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