Arcane (The Arinthian Line Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
Wincing from a pounding headache, he sat up and glanced about. Stuff was everywhere, his coat sleeve was singed, and there was a scorch mark on the canvas wall. The others were slumped in sleep, their backs still against each other. Suddenly remembering the bird, he scrambled for his rucksack, finding it scrunched in a corner. He took a deep breath before opening it, only to find the tiny creature snoozing away. Sighing with relief, he stuck his head outside the tent, digging through the partially buried entrance. Large flakes fell onto snow piled waist high, swirling about in a gentle breeze. It was chilly, the sun muted behind banks of gray cloud that stretched across the sky like a vast blanket. Well, at least the storm had passed. Hearing someone stir within, he retreated. Bridget moaned, head lolling. “It’s all right,” he whispered. “It’s morning now.” She shot up with a wild look. “What happened? Is … is it gone—?” Augum reached beside her. “Yeah, it’s gone.
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