His prisons blank, glowing walls glared silently at him as he entered. A dead certainty stole over him then, and though the unearthly cold of the ship was mercilessly flowing into him, he didn't run for his blanket when he was released. Instead, he turned around to face the departing samurai.
"Asaka-sama, please. I beg you!" He sank to his knees, his hands face down against the floor, and his eyes closed in supplication. "Release me. Take me home. I can be of no use to you. Please, I don't belong here!" His voice got caught in his throat. "Please, Lord, I beg you!"
Toshi pressed his forehead against the floor's glowing planks, shooting cold passing through it as it was already doing through his knees and hands. He shut his eyes tighter with a prayer, his heart quickening as he heard the sound most dreaded by his people everywhere. His acrid breath hung still in his raw throat as the soft click of a katana being slightly drawn from its sheath reverberated in the room's silence. He waited for the end. --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
Ms. Oliver has a feel for making a story flow and build to an ending that you want to not come so quickly. Read morePublished on October 21, 2007 by Spider
I loved this story!!!!! The exotic locale is refreshing and the worldbuilding is great. The characters are noble and driven. Read morePublished on February 2, 2007 by Carole McDonnell