“So… the boy I thought I killed because of my creation survived after all.” Shabsi stared at Sylvester

Shabsi lifted his head from the ground and saw something rising from the dirt. So tall, so powerful

Shabsi threw his body on top of the scrolls, but it was too late. Shimshon’s razor-sharp mind had already scanned the entire thing

Shimshon could only watch as two more darts flew. In seconds, he was also fast asleep, swinging silently above the forest ground

Sylvester howled in anger and pain as he plunged his arms into the fire and knocked the scrolls out of the flames

They whirled around just in time to see a young man on horseback come galloping out of the trees, a massive branch in his powerful hands

An arrow slammed into the side of the wagon, burying itself inches from Shimshon’s face

"He may have been a Jew once before, but he’s one of ours now. Aren’t you, Jorin?"

Rousing himself from his exhaustion, Shimshon rolled over, got to his feet shakily, and then followed the smell into the nearby forest

“This is a bad idea, my boy. Forget it. Leave the lion and let’s get out of here”

"I want to hear confidence! Conviction! If you don’t know that we’re getting out of here, then we’ll likely fail!”