With his teeth, Jiro pulled at the last knot on his field dressing until the torn strip of jacket almost hid his mangled hand. He muttered a curse and raised a throwing knife in his good fist. Snowhawk saw the bo-shuriken rise but knew she couldn't keep her eyes on it. Jiro, as always, was a haza...
As darkness fell, he dutifully recited the furube sutra and then placed a tiny iron wedge in the runner of his door, locking his room. He unpacked his equipment for the mission, spreading his gear out on the matting so he could check each individual piece. Under his specially hued night suit, he ...
In near-darkness, Moonshadow and Groundspider dashed through it until suddenly the sides and ceiling flared and they found themselves entering a vast, separate gallery that had apparently been blasted out of the rock. This gallery was almost as enormous as The Sifter. Dome-shaped, with a high cei...