Sample 1
For two days, he had dragged his friend’s body behind him. Tightening his grip on the length of rope tied around the man’s torso, he focused on the faded white temple that sprouted from the ground like a stillborn fungus. It was there; just like he’d said it would be. Find the white temple, and he would find it all. But Baby Ting-Ting and his boys; they didn’t disappoint. It’d been two months since he’d overheard them on the yard at Black Point. Baby Ting-Ting’s gang virtually ran the place, but he had a big mouth, too. It was big enough for a guy like himself, doing a year in the cell next to him, to know where Ting-Ting had stashed twenty million in uncut jewels before getting locked up. But it was all he needed to know. And now he was there. ...read more
Sample 2
They lined the edge of the outcropping in one continuous, writhing mass. Sep counted forty, maybe fifty of the howling tribesmen before getting lost in their tattered, brown robes. And still more were coming. When the first one finally stepped onto the bridge, Septimus hoisted Fin across his back and broke into a run. ...read more
Sample 3
The fire felt good in front of his hands. Sep was still surprised at how cold it got during the night, but it was something he was starting to get used to. He stared at the rocky walls surrounding him, looking for the unseen pictographs he knew were there. There were other things he couldn’t get used to, however. Thirst, but no water. Hunger, but no food. He stood up and rubbed his face. Fatigue, but no sleep. He unholstered his gun. Almost a full charge left; about eighteen rounds. But he had to stay awake to shoot. And to stay awake was to stay alert. To stay alive. ...read more
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