Hangdog Souls by Marc Joan (brief note)

Second paragraph of third chapter:

We race to the inner fort, Devadarshan and I. We seem safer here from missiles; yet the people are more tense and fearful. Perhaps it is because they are not sepoys, but women, children and old folk. They have not the release of action; they can only wait for their fate to be made known to them.

Didn’t like it much. You can get it here.