Master Of Plagues: A Nicolas Lenoir Novel - Plot & Excerpts
The fire was his big chance, and he’d missed it. Bevin had been completely distracted, arguing with Old Molly and the others about whether they should make a run for it. Trouble was, Zach had been distracted too, mesmerized by the orange glow seeping through the warped windowpanes of Old Molly’s room upstairs. He’d been a little bit afraid, but mostly, he’d been fascinated. And when he’d finally woken up to the opportunity that was in front of him, it was too late. Word came in that the fire had been contained, and that was it—the excitement was over, and Zach was herded back to the dark little room where he’d spent most of the past twenty-four hours. His only consolation was that Bevin looked just as bored as he was. The big man flipped card after card, whizzing grumpily through a game of solitaire while Zach sipped awful beer. “We could just forget about this, you know,” Zach said, not for the first time. “If you let me go, I promise not to tell the hounds.”
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