And Night Descends (The Third Book Of The Small Gods Series) - Plot & Excerpts
Not a single wink o’ sleep did he get any o’ those nights, so far as he knew. Between the waves rollin’ onto the shore and rattlin’ the bones what he suspected might belong to men he’d known on the Devil, the wind makin’ whispery sounds like voices in the trees, and the painful ache in his belly, sleep were an acquaintance Horace weren’t sure he’d ever make again. His body ached for a night o’ rest and his gut were tight with hunger, but weren’t nothin’ to give them but sittin’ a spell for the one and suckin’ on rocks for the other.He stretched his neck to peek past the last rock he’d climbed and thought he caught the same glimpse o’ movement he’d noticed when he looked before. It were gone again quick as it came; quick enough the ol’ sailor weren’t sure he’d seen it at all. Might be someone else on the beach, or hunger and lack o’ sleep playin’ him for a fool. He hoped for the latter but didn’t have the sack to find out for sure.With a sigh a hair’s breadth this side o’ defeat, Horace glanced ‘round.
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