Stranger Of Tempest: Book One Of The God Fragments - Plot & Excerpts
Lynx blinked, his head pounding from the fall and the exertion of jogging through dark city streets. They only had a handful of horses left and only two of the group were riding – Anatin leading the way and the beautiful madwoman, Toil, who lolled uncertainly in the saddle and would have fallen without Reft’s support. ‘Girly, where are you?’ Anatin called out, somehow contriving to whisper as loudly as he could. They were in a small square, just an opened-out section of street with a humped shrine to the god Veraimin on one corner. A pair of oval glass lanterns shone there like eyes, the intricate cut-glass casting lines over the cobbled ground and illuminating a mural of the sun across the shrine’s back. For a moment there was no movement then the darkness ahead shimmered and Sitain stepped forward from the overhang she’d been lurking beneath, fear etched clear on her face. ‘Was she just doing—’ Kas exclaimed until Lynx broke in. ‘Later!’ he barked. ‘Let’s get clear.’ ‘That ain’t a surprise to you?’ she said, turning to give Lynx a strange look as Sitain scampered forward.
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