If he'd been in Zecarani, the guards would have had a jail with a heavy locked door. The thought buoyed him up a little bit. Things could have been a lot worse; at least he had a chance of escaping this place without help. The guardhouse had a rank smell that reminded Jorad of sweat and mildew an...
I imagined him standing at the window, having just seen the door open and shut without anybody entering the room. He could be heading our way now. My heartbeat thudded in my ears and I could smell the sweat coming off Pete from where he crouched sev...