“May I introduce the Princess of Summer, Her Royal Highness Nae’eth?” Nae’eth held out her hand and said, “And you are?” An old trick, that. If Paul fell into the trap, he would say, I’m Paul Conklin, Your Highness. But in doing so he would give up ...
In the space of only a few hundred paces they went from trudging through bottomless sand, to walking on a layer of sand only a hand’s width deep, then to walking on the hard prairie dirt. And there they walked into a wall of mist, a light fog that clung to the ground and limited vision to a few h...
It poured heavily through that day and well into the night, and not until sunrise of the following morning did it return to the slow steady drizzle he’d grown used to. By that time the trail had cooled and his tracking slowed to a crawl, and for the next four days he descended tenaciously upon ea...