Desert Mercenary Page 13

  Langer felt numb. It was always this way. Others died but he went on. Dominic, Sharif Mamud, Monpelier, the others...

  Opening a crusted eyelid, he watched Gus's face for a moment. One day Gus, too, would die. And still he, Casca alias Langer alias... would continue. When that day came it would hurt a great deal, for he would truly be alone again.

  Outside the Land Rover desert winds whistled, shifting grains of sand. The Sahara waited also, timeless, patient.

  Bitterly Langer shook his head to clear it. Men spoke of killing time. That was wrong. It was time that killed. And no one knew that better than Casca Rufio Longinus, or, as he was known to some, al Kattel the killer.

  Continuing Casca’s adventures, book 17 The Warrior

  Shipwrecked on a South Sea island inhabited by warrior tribes, Casca quickly proves himself fearless in combat. Wielding spear and club with murderous precision, the Eternal Mercenary soon earns a respected place in his adopted tribe’s barbarous rituals. Then, when he unveils the devastating power of a new and magical weapon, Casca is elevated from warrior to god…

  A god who must lead his army of believers into the bloodiest of battles.

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