Euadne looked more troubled as they rounded the corner back towards the fallen body. With a cry she fell to her knees, placing both hands either side of the charred face. The smell of burnt flesh and stench of death ignored. “Adrasteia, Adrasteia, the battle cry of Rom and soul of all free people’s. Adrasteia, what have they done!”
In book 2 there are new heroes, new battles and new tragedies.