Excerpt from my Work In Progress

The food was never enough. The Aare wanted them hungry. “Hungry men are angry men,” he always said. “And angry men make great soldiers.”

“Hungry men are also weak men,” Dara said when The Aare turned his back. “And weak men make terrible soldiers.” He gulped down his bowl of garri. “But of course, no one cares about that.”

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