....I'm starting to wonder if there's something supernatural going on. These vendors... you'd think they'd lap their lips at the sight of such a coin. I'm seriously intrigued!
....I'm starting to wonder if there's something supernatural going on. These vendors... you'd think they'd lap their lips at the sight of such a coin. I'm seriously intrigued!
Excellent to include this in your opening. It drops me right into the time and place. I read down a little more afterward, and I'm glad you don't dwell on it. You get to the story, the beggar boy, straightaway. Well done.
Hard times had fallen on the city, the Gallic wars were not going well and the Carthaginians were growing restless again; hundreds of young men had been levied into the legions of late and the city was stripped out, old men and youngsters were all that were left to tend the fields that fed the city, physically and economically.
Azuela is a contracted servant. Vaughn is the lord she protects. When their extra-circular activities come to light they have one choice, spy on the revolutionaries they once thought might save them, or fan the seditious flames.
