"The river ran red with blood. It was as if God had taken a giant can of paint and indiscriminately brushed the exposed clay banks with broad streaks of crimson. Bodies lay motionless in heaps all around, while still others floated strangely serene-like downstream. The sound of human moaning, crying out in pain and desperately seeking attention, could be heard in the distance. Walking briskly, the sickening stench alternated between the smells of burnt gunpowder and rotting flesh. This was no place for a lady." (excerpt from Seasons Out of Time)
Jackson King goes back in time 165...
"The river ran red with blood. It was as if God had taken a giant can of paint and indiscriminately brushed the exposed clay banks with broad strea...
