The following is an excerpt from a new book by Terence Taylor
Rahman developed a fever that night, one that couldn’t be quenched. He felt as if he would die, and did, but felt himself wake again before dawn, ravenous. Rahman smelled food all around him, intoxicating, until he realized it was the scent of living blood in the soldiers. Understanding didn’t stop him. He lost control of his rational mind to hunger. Blood was all that could slake his bottomless thirst and he took it, swept through the camp as Dahia’s avenger, wiped out the entire battalion on his first feeding as they fought back in vain. Continue reading








































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