Leonardo Noto
Member
Greetings,
I am a military physician who recently returned from deployment with my first completed novel, The Life of a Colonial Fugitive. My story is based in the American Revoluation and it explores the transformation of a young soldier who is falsely accused of a war crime and forced to flee The Colonies. Below is a sample of the first chapter. I look forward to hearing feedback on my work, which is available on both Kindle and Nook.
Sincerely,
Leonardo Noto
CHAPTER 1:
A Warrior’s Reminiscence
June 1783: The blazing orange, tropical sun creeps above the rattan-studded horizon to announce the dawn of another sweltering day in the tropical paradise of Phuket, Siam. The gentle ocean breeze wafts the smell of decaying flesh into my nares as I survey the carnage of the past two days fight from my jungle concealment. Less than a yard away, the dark skin of a dying enemy soldier is covered in vicious red ants that slowly eat him alive as he bellows out in pain-laden death throes. I climb out from my hiding and walk across the sandy beach to ask the dying man in the Siamese tongue if he would like for me to speed the end of his life. The dying soldier is too weakened for speech, barely managing a slight, affirmative nod of head. I unsheathe my sword and run the man thru his heart, stepping back respectfully as the blood gushes from the jagged wound that I have inflicted upon his chest. As I watch the life drain from the young man’s sad face, I find myself reminiscing on the first time I gazed into a pair of youthful eyes prematurely aged by the horrors of war.
I am a military physician who recently returned from deployment with my first completed novel, The Life of a Colonial Fugitive. My story is based in the American Revoluation and it explores the transformation of a young soldier who is falsely accused of a war crime and forced to flee The Colonies. Below is a sample of the first chapter. I look forward to hearing feedback on my work, which is available on both Kindle and Nook.
Sincerely,
Leonardo Noto
CHAPTER 1:
A Warrior’s Reminiscence
June 1783: The blazing orange, tropical sun creeps above the rattan-studded horizon to announce the dawn of another sweltering day in the tropical paradise of Phuket, Siam. The gentle ocean breeze wafts the smell of decaying flesh into my nares as I survey the carnage of the past two days fight from my jungle concealment. Less than a yard away, the dark skin of a dying enemy soldier is covered in vicious red ants that slowly eat him alive as he bellows out in pain-laden death throes. I climb out from my hiding and walk across the sandy beach to ask the dying man in the Siamese tongue if he would like for me to speed the end of his life. The dying soldier is too weakened for speech, barely managing a slight, affirmative nod of head. I unsheathe my sword and run the man thru his heart, stepping back respectfully as the blood gushes from the jagged wound that I have inflicted upon his chest. As I watch the life drain from the young man’s sad face, I find myself reminiscing on the first time I gazed into a pair of youthful eyes prematurely aged by the horrors of war.
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