Favorite Fiction – The Three

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Tossing aside his pick, Ben winced when it clunked dully against some guy’s head. Not that the dead man could feel it. Judging by the snarl on the corpse’s rigid face, the last two things he’d felt were rage and a Philistine javelin through the chest.

-Forsaken Sons Trilogy, Book 1: The Three by Christa Kinde