The Making of She Prays for Victory
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Content Warning: Discussion of rape and the effects of rape, grisly images, brutal violence
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When she had placed their weapons in their hands and smoothed their tattered garments as best she could, she began to go to and fro about the gorge.
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Her heart standing still, and at the same time pounding to burst from her chest, she swept up behind the Roman and felled him with a single blow.
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With that, she came back to herself.
With a quickening pulse, she strode toward it now, the urgency of her errand rushing back over her, and she laid her hands on the ancient bark with only vanishing trepidation.
She ran out of the town, past the tents of her clan where they had pitched them overlooking the road from the north, and out of sight.
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Turning to Mave, she placed her foot on the dead woman's hip to hold the body still.
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“And also,” said Mave, “we heard rumors of strange and disturbing portents away down at Camulodunum.”
Camulodunum stood in darkness still when she arrived, with only the faintest suggestion of dawn at the very rim of her vision.
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She looked from one to the other—from Mave's grim resolve to Lavena's controlled wretchedness.
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“We can rebuild,” said Lavena. “We still have the land; that’s what matters.”
The wind blew life back into her as she walked, and by the time she was halfway home her grief had found its solace in the pricking of the cold against her skin and the warmth in her legs as she climbed.
Tossing the ax into her other hand, she pushed the old man away. He stumbled and fell to the ground, but more barred her way.
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Content Warning: Scarring, self-harm, firearms, animal attack, grisly images
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Then, as they did not back down but brandished their weapons anew, she tilted her head back.
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Even in the closeness of the vault, the light from the sky above shone brightly enough for her to take in the curve of the hollowed cheeks.
She let the feeble push propel her to the window, even as she heard a hand on the doorknob.
“I wish we could stay this way forever.”
Long after the mourners had dispersed and the sextons had emerged from the tomb, closing the great stone door behind them, she stood upon the cliff.
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Another distant boom echoed from above as she swept up her benefactor’s remains
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Blood bubbled up around her fingers.
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The edge of the knife rang as she drew the blade down the length of the well-oiled stone and pulled it away for the fifth time.
Content Warning: Bondage, grisly images, intimidation, child traumatization, violence, oppression, child endangerment
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“It would be a shame to execute such a hero as yourself,” he said.
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Looking down, she saw the same fear on Walter's face that she had already witnessed earlier that day.
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The crew cried out again in terror as the ship yawed to the left, back out into the open lake.
She froze, readying herself to resist, but he cried out to her above the roaring of the wind. “Save us!” he shouted.
When he woke again, she kissed him and, in her most cheerful voice, said, “Come, we are going to the market!”
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Forcing their way in the moment she opened the door, they began to upend her small dwelling.
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Winter had come early that year, and the thick-falling snow had deadened the sound of his wailing.
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The ropes gouged at the flesh of her arms and thighs as she fell to the floor of the small ship.