The Librarians And The Lost Lamp - Plot & Excerpts
Shirin was lying face down on the decrepit rope bridge, clutching a wooden plank with both hands. Flynn was lying directly behind her, doing the same. Smoke rose from the red-hot flames licking at the nearer end of the bridge, eating way at the ropes. “Just hold tight,” he replied, “and brace for impact!” Second thoughts assailed her. “But what if it can’t support our weight—” The ropes burned through, and the bridge tore loose from its moorings. Still connected to the opposite end of the ravine, at least for the moment, it swung toward the cliff face with alarming speed, smacking into the unyielding stone with bone-jarring force. The impact bruised Shirin’s fingers and nearly caused her to lose her grip on the bridge, but she held on for dear life. Gravity tugged on her dangling legs until she managed to find a foothold on one of the planks below her. “Flynn!” she shouted, once she caught her breath. “Did you make it?” “Still hanging in there,” he replied from below her.
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