Outcast (The Darkeningstone Series Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
His knee buckled and he grabbed the spindly trunk of a nearby tree for support. The tree was long dead and his fingers sank into the damp, mouldering wood, but it held him up. For now. He spat on the ground. The taste of blood in his mouth wasn’t so strong now, but perhaps he was just getting used to it. Christ, what the hell am I going to do? He closed his eyes for a moment, but it didn’t help. He didn’t have any answers. He didn’t even know where to start. How could he even think about making a plan? He hardly knew what he was doing. But I’ve got to try, because, if I don’t… He couldn’t finish the thought. He opened his eyes and stared down at the straggly mass of bracken and brambles that covered the slope below, and listened to the man stumbling through the undergrowth, close behind him. The man was already breathing heavily, so perhaps there was some hope there. It had only taken them a few minutes to scramble down this far. If the man was out of breath already, then he must be seriously out of condition.
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