{"id":251016,"date":"2026-07-13T00:54:13","date_gmt":"2026-07-12T21:54:13","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/after-the-fall-edward-ashton-1\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T00:54:13","modified_gmt":"2026-07-12T21:54:13","slug":"after-the-fall-edward-ashton-1","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/after-the-fall-edward-ashton-1\/","title":{"rendered":"After The Fall – Edward Ashton (1)"},"content":{"rendered":"
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For three days, Martok hovered over him, clumsily checking his temperature and his pulse, fussing over his blankets, bringing him broth, and wiping down his face with cool, damp cloths. Martok\u2019s fear was palpable, to the point that John began to worry that he actually was dying and that Martok knew it. When he woke on the morning of the fourth day, drenched in sweat from the broken fever and starving, Martok snatched him up into a hug, almost before he\u2019d managed to climb out of bed, and clung to him, nearly weeping with relief.<\/p>\n

Martok\u2019s fear during John\u2019s illness was real. John has to admit to himself now, though, that it\u2019s possible that Martok\u2019s fear was that of losing a prized possession rather than a friend. John is contemplating that thought when a garish blue-and-white-striped trundlecar stops in the road in front of him without pulling to the curb.<\/p>\n

A window slides down, and the gray inside says, \u201cHo, there, little fellow. The Chairman sent me. You\u2019re the one I\u2019m to transport?\u201d John gets to his feet and nods. The window closes again, and John hears the click of the lock on the rear door disengaging. After a moment\u2019s hesitation, he yanks the door open and climbs in. THEY\u2019RE WELL OUT of Lake Town, most of the way down the cracked, ancient highway, before the driver speaks again.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou know, I don\u2019t believe I\u2019ve ever driven for a bondsman before.\u201d John\u2019s head snaps up. He\u2019d been dozing, arms wrapped around the pill jar, half dreaming about his first encounter with Dana, of watching that knife dance in her fingers and imagining what it would feel like to have it plunged into his chest.<\/p>\n

He blinks twice as his brain engages and processes what the gray in the front seat just said. \u201cYes,\u201d John says finally. \u201cI guess that\u2019s probably right. We don\u2019t get driven around much.\u201d The driver laughs at that. He\u2019s a younger male, huge and smooth- skinned, his crest nearly brushing the roof of the car. \u201cI\u2019d allow that\u2019s true. I would indeed.<\/p>\n

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Copyright infringement is against the law. If you believe the copy of this e-book you are reading infringes on the author\u2019s copyright, please notify the publisher at: us.macmillan.com\/piracy. 1kitap1.com\/en To everyone\u2019s best pal, Claire! 1kitap1.com\/en CHAPTER ONE \u201cJohn!\u201d Martok bellows as he bursts through the door. \u201cI have news, my friend\u2014wondrous, wondrous news! You\u2019ll not believe what fell to me in the markets today!\u201d<\/p>\n

John turns away from the window, the only one in the bare boardinghouse room he and Martok have shared for the past two months, where he\u2019d been passing the afternoon watching the machinations of a murder of crows as they attempted to scavenge the carcass of a dead rat from beneath the wheels of the passing trundlecars in the street below, to see his patron hanging his formal sash on the hook by the door.<\/p>\n

Martok\u2019s three-fingered hands are trembling with excitement, so much that it takes him two tries to get the sash to stay, and the crest that runs down the center of his broad bald scalp is flushed a happy pink. \u201cJohn!\u201d Martok says again, then crouches so that his head is nearly level with John\u2019s and spreads his arms wide. \u201cCome to me, my friend! This has been a truly wondrous day!\u201d John hesitates a bare moment, then sighs, crosses the tiny room in three strides, and steps into the gray\u2019s crushing embrace.<\/p>\n

Martok lifts him, thick hands pressing John against the hairless, wrinkled skin of his chest, spins him half-around, and sets him down again with his back to the door. \u201cAsk, John! You must ask!\u201d<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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