ection>Sea of Sorrows
Book Two of
The Rod of God
by
Charley Brindley
www.charleybrindley.com
Book Cover by
Charley Brindley
On the cover
Prija is the girl on the right
Siskit is on the left
Edited by
Karen Boston
Website https://bit.ly/2rJDq3f
© 2019 by Charley Brindley, all rights reserved
Printed in the United States of America
First Edition October 14, 2019
This book is dedicated to
Leo Alton Walker
Some of Charley Brindley’s books
have been translated into:
Italian
Spanish
Portuguese
French
Dutch
Turkish
Chinese
and
Russian
The following books are available in audio format:
Raji, Book One (in English)
Do Not Resuscitate (in English)
The Last Mission of the Seventh Cavalry (in English)
Hannibal’s Elephant Girl, Book One (in Russian)
Henry IX (in Italian)
Other books by Charley Brindley
1. The Rod of God, Book One: Edge of Disaster
2. Oxana’s Pit
3. Raji Book One: Octavia Pompeii
4. Raji Book Two: The Academy
5. Raji Book Three: Dire Kawa
6. Raji Book Four: The House of the West Wind
7. Hannibal’s Elephant Girl Book One: Tin Tin Ban Sunia
8. Hannibal’s Elephant Girl: Book Two: Voyage to Iberia
9. Cian
10. The Last Mission of the Seventh Cavalry
11. The Last Seat on the Hindenburg
12. Dragonfly vs Monarch: Book One
13. Dragonfly vs Monarch: Book Two
14. The Sea of Tranquility 2.0 Book One : Exploration
15. The Sea of Tranquility 2.0 Book Two: Invasion
16. The Sea of Tranquility 2.0 Book 3: The Sand Vipers
17. The Sea of Tranquility 2.0 Book 4: The Republic
18. Do Not Resuscitate
19. Ariion XXIII
20. Henry IX
21. Qubit’s Incubator
Coming Soon
22. Dragonfly vs Monarch: Book Three
23. The Journey to Valdacia
24. Still Waters Run Deep
25. Ms Machiavelli
26. Ariion XXIX
27. The Last Mission of the Seventh Cavalry Book 2
28. Hannibal’s Elephant Girl, Book Three
See the end of this book for details about the other books
Contents
Chapter One
I watched a girl strolling along the street, avoiding the crowds of people.
Most of them were young men, in groups of two and three, sometimes more.
Many young women lined the sidewalk, showing as much skin as possible, enticing the men to come inside their tiny rooms for a few minutes of pleasure.
It was past 2 a.m. on Saturday night, but the street was filled. Mostly pedestrians, but some on motor bikes. A few cars were parked along the curb, but no one tried to drive through the mob of people.
A few solitary middle-aged men browsed through the women, even one or two old men, like me. American, British, Australian…? I couldn’t tell unless they spoke.
The
