From Bralloc’s mounted position he could see over the heads of most of his men, but the thickening darkness of evening coupled with the storm made it impossible to see more than a few yards. He jerked at the reins and swung his horse around, pushing into the crowd. The large grey charger was nearly as mean-spirited as her owner; she snorted and bucked her head, then nipped, stomped and shoved her way through, giving every indication that she was enjoying herself. His men drew to either side, and the crawling excitement in Bralloc’s belly became an angry swarm of insects. The scout — the ballsy woman whose name he could never remember - stood several paces away. Bralloc paid her no heed, however, and the mixture of nervousness, relief and fear on her face didn’t even register in his mind: his eyes were locked on the captive at her side. His lips twitched into a smile and he licked them, like a ghoul eyeing a fresh corpse. He forced himself to move slowly, deliberately — sucking each individual drop of marrow from the bones of his anticipation.."- From 'Feral .T.B. Schmid
About This Quote
Bralloc is a character in the book Feral by Michael Rowe. Bralloc is the leader of an outlaw gang, although he himself is not much of a fighter. He is also known as the "Mounted Bandit" because he has a grey horse which he uses to keep track of his men. Although he may not be able to fight, Bralloc can be very persuasive.
When he sees his captured girl, Talisa, he has trouble controlling himself and ends up yelling at her to save herself. He forces Talisa to choose between being raped or being killed.
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