Gameboard of the Gods by Richelle Mead5/25/2023 ![]() ![]() ![]() Locked away, those feelings could not touch her. Another deep breath calmed the shaking of her hands, and she pushed her emotions into a far compartment in her mind. I do not serve my own will but that of my country….Ī knock at the door startled her out of her mantra, and she straightened up. I am its tool and will gladly lay down my life to further this nation’s glory. I do not serve my own will but that of my country. She repeated the soldier’s creed over and over in her head, using the familiar words to steady herself: I am a soldier of the Republic. With a deep breath, she leaned her cheek against the living room mirror, closing her eyes and taking comfort in the way the glass cooled her skin. Today, she was walking toward death, and that scared the hell out of her. ![]() And when the fight was done, you could just walk away.īut today? There was no walking away. The kills were just mission objectives, and the people weren’t really people at all. It really wasn’t a problem.ĭeath was clean on the battlefield, and there was no reason to dwell on what it meant. ![]()
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