RONY BROWN'S SERIALS

THE FACE OF A SLEEPING KING-2 “How is she doing?” A voice as gentle as a healer’s asked. “She was cut up pretty bad when we found her, what do you expect?” This one was harsh, familiar… ***Darkness*** She loved the darkness. Her father was in the darkness. He beckoned her to come with him. He played her favourite tune on his flute and there in the darkness she danced on and on; with every step bringing her closer to her father. ***Semi-consciousness*** She was on fire now. Yet she shivered as though she had been left in the rain and was drowning in it.   “Hurry with the water, this one is too warm.” The harsh yet familiar voice yelled. The voice quivered as though it was trying to choke down on tears; trying to get a hold on its command although it was quickly slipping. Ma! “O my child!” the princess’s call must have escaped her lips. “Don’t leave me. I will die.”   The strongest dam broke through human determination to never let a tear fall and with t

THE FACE OF A SLEEPING KING. Some said he had reached the banks of the Pra river, other said he was even closer, still other’s said he was here but one thing they all said with the same look of terror on their faces was that he was a god leading a powerful army. *** “Are you daydreaming at this crucial hour?” The queen scolded a little louder than she should have. One thing was obvious to the princess; the Queen, whom she had never seen break a sweat, was on the verge of a full blown panic attack. But the princess did not even bother to reply. Her little yet full lips were pouted stiff. The queen did not need to be told that her daughter of a rip age of eighteen was defying her. Her daughter; her only child. At this age she should be married off with a couple of children; far away from the treat of horror and terror that left their faces in pallor. She should be thriving in a far off kingdom where she’ll be pampered until the hollow in her cheeks and collar bones

THE FACE OF A SLEEPING KING After the king wages a great war against her people and kills hundreds, causing the uttermost destruction on her kingdom, the princess is sent to restore her kingdom. Can the face of a sleeping king cause her to falter in her mission? You’d want to follow King Prempeh and Princess Yaba as they blaze a trail of blood, love and duty.