The Mage's Limits: Mages Of Martir Book #2 - Plot & Excerpts
It could have been a day ago, a week ago, hell, maybe even a year ago. Time in the Void was as ill-defined as the ramblings of a lunatic. Beside her, Gujak also lay under the sand, having just finished complaining that the sand had gotten into the crooks of his body and would be hard to wash out later. Durima had no sympathy for him, however, because he clearly didn't understand how difficult it was to wash sand out of a fur coat like the one that she had. It made her wish that they hadn't ditched the Void metal armor Hollech had given them, which they had disposed of largely because they were not planning to fight the half-gods directly. Though at least the armor could have kept most of the sand out of her fur. Regardless of their levels of discomfort, Durima knew they would have to bear it silently. Making even one unnecessary sound could ruin their entire plan. It would even get them killed, and getting killed was the last thing on Durima's list of things to do today. They had been lying in wait here for hours (that was what Durima estimated, though again, she was not sure because of the Void's fluid time).
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