Cliffs rose to all sides, some over a hundred feet high, and the path sloped steep and narrow down a hand-carved pass in the ancient rock. Sentries dressed in eyecatching white perched high along the cliffs: steady on impossibly thin ledges, supported by sturdy rope and leather harnesses. Long me...
Servants shot curious, mistrustful glances his way, and once a minor functionary with more arrogance than sense stepped into Tank’s path. “Your business, s’e?” he said, a thick-lipped sneer showing his doubt that Tank had legitimate business within these walls. ...
The doors were as crooked as the rest of the place, so light—and shouting—came through clearly. Tank leaned against the wall to the right of Venepe’s door, arms crossed, and stared bleakly into the light-striped darkness of the hallway around him. Dasin had been right to o...