Beyond Night
“What are these creatures? How do you control them?”
Fagan heaved, coughed . . . no, laughed at August. “Throw a line into the sky and piss up that rope, Roman. Then start climbing.”
August drew the dagger out of Fagan’s shoulder joint and spat on him. He wiped the dagger on the folds of the druid girl’s robe and stepped on her shoulder to boost himself to the narrow ledge about the chamber of bones. She screamed out once, but the shout came out guttural like he punched her lower. That sort of confused him, but he moved on. He hugged the wall and moved back the way he came, ignoring Fagan’s laughs and gasps for air.
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