The Conquest
Chapter One
He Regained Consciousness To Find Himself sprawled on the ground, dizzy and confused. He tried to sit up and a wave of pain washed over him, so profound it made him feel sick. He couldn't move anyway. Some enormous thing was pinning him to the ground. That thing was screaming. He didn't believe it. This was impossible; it couldn't be happening.
His head was a jar of thunder, but he concentrated, trying to block pain and force awareness. The last thing he could remember was riding along the road, thinking about what his father had said. There was much to think about. For once the usual litany of complaints and demands made sense. He hadn't been paying attention to the road, but then he never expected to be pitched off his horse. He was an excellent rider, it was a simple country road, and the weather was fine too. In fact, he had left the highway to enjoy the day and relax from the hard riding he'd done all morning.
He found the perfect place: a quiet lane surrounded by fields of vivid yellow blooming rapeseed. Scarlet cups of poppies bobbed above green grasses in the meadow ... read full excerpt from The Conquest ebook
