The Quarry Actors Novels & Stories

She pressed the button. A series of explosions rocked the base of the stone pillars holding up the quarry’s entrance. The ground began to moan as thousands of tons of rock started to slide downward, threatening to bury us all alive. The entrance to the quarry collapsed, sealing me, Dante, and Lorenzo inside a stone tomb as the ceiling began to crumble over our heads.

Now, I could spill. "Oh, they're still in Lumora, enjoying their honeymoon," I replied. Susan was puzzled, and I explained, "The night of the quake, Ethan ran out of Lily's room." Greg's guilty look confirmed my story, but he still tried to defend her. "Lily is just young and ignorant. Maybe she crossed a line, but you shouldn't have left her behind." I raised an eyebrow. "Young and ignorant? They cheated on me, and you knew, didn't you?"

“Bodies?” The man’s tone dropped. “All torn up. No tracks. No weapons. Like something ripped them apart and walked off on two legs.” Silence followed. Only the fire crackled. Daniel set his cigarette down, heart pounding softly against his ribs. “Where’s that quarry?” An hour later, he was there. The quarry lay beyond the cliffs, swallowed by fog and rain. His flashlight barely cut through the dark, but the path was clear muddy, treacherous, lined with warning signs.

*Chapter 31: The Quarry* The old quarry lay three miles east of the city, a scar in the earth where stone had been torn out a century ago. Now it was a graveyard of rusted machinery and broken rock. And tonight, it was an army camp. Aria crouched behind a ridge with Kael, Mara, Selene, and Roran. Below them, torchlight flickered against the quarry walls. Forty, maybe fifty rogues moved between tents and crates. At the center stood a stone dais, and on it lay the largest Moonstone shard Aria had ever seen.

But he didn’t stand up orwalk away. And neither did I. The quarry didn’t need us to speak. It just held the weight of what we couldn’t say. And maybe that was enough—for now. Just sitting there, side by side. Waiting for nothing. But still there. Still breathing. Still staying.

I’ll look over the layout and figure out the best approach. “I’m going with you,” I tell him. He starts to open his mouth to object, but I just give him the stare that says I’m not taking no for an answer. He nods instead and gestures for me to follow him. I’ll have to remember how effective that was. We sneak up and hide behind a large boulder at the quarry entrance. The people are all gathering into a circle in the center of the quarry. Most are wearing dark robes, except for one man wearing a silver robe. He must be in charge now that Rebecca is gone.

"You're going to do something stupid." "I prefer the term fieldwork." She closes the window. --- The quarry is exactly as described — a wide bowl of grey stone, abandoned a generation ago when the good granite ran out, now overgrown at the edges with dry brush and dotted with the territorial markings of Stone-Jaw Boars. The creatures themselves are about the size of a large dog, built entirely forward — all shoulder and jaw, minimal hindquarter, with a hide that has literally incorporated fragments of the quarry stone over years of rubbing against it. Their tusks are blunt but heavy. When they charge, the ground registers the impact.

He planned to sabotage the quarry as it would not only hurt the South Regent’s profits but also create enough distraction for Edward to move in and implement his next steps. He contacted Nolan, instructing him to look for people dissatisfied with the compensation amount and instigate them to destroy the quarry. Several people immediately agreed. They had just seen their fruit orchards about to yield a great harvest when the people from Stone Village ruined them. In return, they only got a mere 10 thousand in compensation, which infuriated them. Now that they had a chance to sabotage the quarry and earn a hefty sum, there was no reason for them to refuse. A day later, a huge explosion went of

She only smiles, and there’s no malice in it. I know it’s driving Ronan insane not to be monitoring every step I take into the quarry. If the pack wouldn’t see it as him putting my safety above theirs, I’m certain he’d be prowling beside us. That’s the only reason I agreed to this. The quarry yawns before us, a scar cut into the land. Frost rims the rocks, mist curling from its depths as if the earth itself exhales. It’s quiet here. No birdsong or insect noises fill the air and it makes my skin prickle.