Diplomats And Fugitives (The Emperor's Edge Book 9) - Plot & Excerpts
It was like static electricity except much stronger. The charge took his breath away. He dropped into a crouch with his back to the cliff and drew a dagger. He didn’t think it had been a booby trap—that would have done more damage—but the shaman probably now knew an intruder was on the way down. Basilard hoped Sicarius had been correct in saying that the shaman had been in the hunting party up above. Then, he shouldn’t be close enough to come deal with his alarm. But it was possible more practitioners had come on those wagon trains and that one of them waited in the canyon. Still crouching, Basilard squinted into the gloom below. This path led into the canyon over a mile south of the mining caves, so he couldn’t see any lights from the main encampment yet, but a number of scrubby bushes along the walls offered potential hiding spots. Boulders lined the bank of the river, too, a river with less water flowing through it than the day before. Basilard trusted that Sicarius would give him time to deal with the major before blowing up the dam, but he wished they’d had a few more minutes to finalize their plans before the group had been forced to scatter.
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