The Dispersal, Part I: Narixan Conquest

By Greg M. Hall

The Narixan people have rebelled, but the Empire has quickly crushed them. As punishment for their insurrection, they must be scattered throughout the vast imperial lands. Toval, one of many soldiers tasked with enforcing the decree, is part of a unit responsible the remnants of the Narixan royal family, and he can't ignore Princess Indrah. Can he resist her charms, or will she turn him into a rebel as well?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Greg M. Hall
• Release date: Aug 7, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463108376

Greg M. Hall

Greg M. Hall has over a dozen stories and two novels online and in print. Though no single genre can contain him, he's got a soft spot in his heart for Horror, Science Fiction, and Fantasy with dark elements. After living on Maui and in Southern California, he got sick of the mild weather and moved home to eastern Nebraska, where he lives with his wife, a bunch of kids, and second pet tortoise--the first one ran away.

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THE DISPERSAL

Part 1

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2018 by Greg M. Hall

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This is a work of fiction. All characters, places, and events portrayed in this novel are products of the author’s imagination. Any resemblance to persons living or dead, locales, or events is entirely coincidental.

Cover Photo by Joshua Fuller on Unsplash

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"Your leaders chose to turn their backs on the Empire!"

The Stentor’s voice boomed across the rolling hills. On its heels came that of a translator, less loud, stringing together unintelligible syllables as Toval used the point of his sword to prod the cheek of the Narixan at his feet. A flinch crossed the fallen soldier’s stone-cold features, half-closed eyes squinting and too-wide nostrils flaring.

Might have one here, he said over his shoulder.

Portius drew alongside