Sea Of Sorrows. Charley Brindley

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      Sea of Sorrows

      Book Two of

      The Rod of God

      by

      Charley Brindley

      [email protected]

      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

       Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

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 girl walked past me again, watching the people. She seemed out of place in her pressed baby blue blouse and tan skirt reaching below her knees.

      I stepped away from the curb, trying to get a better look at her face. She ignored me.

      She’s not working? Then what’s she doing in Ladprao, Bangkok’s busiest sex district? Waiting for someone? Young, maybe eighteen or so.

      A group of four Thai men stopped her, asking something.

      She shook her head and turned away.

      One of the men took her arm, asking again.

      The girl jerked away and hurried along the sidewalk, passing close by me. Obviously frightened.

      The man who’d taken her arm yelled at her, “Hi taw nan ca mi kin xeng!”

      It wasn’t a pleasant remark.

      The four men laughed.

      I turned the other way, watching the women work the street. This was my fifth night on the street.

      What do I expect to find?

      A girl in a pink bikini touched my arm. “You American come with me five little bit minutes?”

      I smiled and shook my head.

      How do they always know?

      I’d left my suit and tie in the hotel room, trying to dress casual. Of course, my face gave me away as Caucasian, but why not British or Canadian?

      I just can’t shed this American aura.