Until the Last (The Last War 3)

by Mike Shackle

Egril could never be weak. Once, it was because life on the steppes would never have tolerated such a thing. There, one was either predator or prey.

The army marched at a good pace, like they were in a hurry to get this war over with. ‘One last battle and it’ll be over.’ ‘Win Aisair and it’ll be over.’ ‘Kill the Skulls and it’ll be over.’ It was all anyone talked about whenever they stopped. All anyone talked about as they marched. She hoped it was so.