Heirs Of The Fallen: Book 02 - Crown Of The Setting Sun - Plot & Excerpts
Leitos was about to question the man’s judgment, when they splashed to the center of the stream and turned south. “The water will mask our scent,” Ba’Sel said, as if teaching an apprentice. Leitos only nodded. He had run enough since fleeing the mines to know he should conserve his breath when he could. Where Leitos fought the maddening urge to take flight, Ba’Sel calmly stooped and brought a cupped handful of water to his lips. Only his dark eyes, scanning the wooded hillsides for any sign of movement, indicated that he felt any sense of alarm. Save for flitting birds and rustling leaves, nothing moved. When the horns wailed anew, closer now, Ba’Sel set out downstream. Leitos splashed along in his wake, wondering how long he would be able to keep the pace after having run through the night. Soon enough he stopped thinking anything, except that he despised the sound of horns and the baying of demon wolves. For many miles, the stream meandered slow and shallow. Moss slicked the stones below the surface, and more than once Ba’Sel had to pluck Leitos from the water.
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