Four Or Dead Goa Novels & Stories

At the bottom of the page, beneath all four names, someone had written a final message in red ink. Three remain. One dies tomorrow. Choose carefully.

"I felt you going away." "I know, baby. I know. But I'm here. I'm here now." "Don't do that again. Don't—don't leave me like that." "I'll try. I promise I'll try." Kael's hand on both our shoulders. "Come," he said softly. "Let us tend to the living. The death could wait until tomorrow." Evening became night. We gathered for the funeral rites. Forty-two pyres. Forty-two lives. Forty-two warriors who'd given everything.