“You fight for Washington,” Haytham said, watching the militia scatter before the redcoats. “He will sell your people’s bones for buttons. Join me. We can rule this chaos.”
The wind carried the smoke of a new chimney from the rebuilt longhouse. Somewhere in the woods, a hawk screamed. And a hidden blade clicked, just once, for practice. Assassins Creed Connor Saga
One night, Achilles coughed blood into a handkerchief. “You see it now, don’t you? The Assassins fight for freedom. But freedom is a knife without a handle. Everyone bleeds.” “You fight for Washington,” Haytham said, watching the
“Finish it,” Lee spat.