The Pool And The Pedestal (Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
The steep grade proved difficult and even more so with the unsure footing of the broken rock. The cliff top ran East to West into the blackness of the night. No trees grew on the granite surface of the cliff’s ledge. Instead, the pines and spruce huddled thirty yards from the drop-off on slopes rising toward the mountain’s peak. Cefiz crept along the edge of the cliff trying to hear any sound of danger. This proved nearly impossible. The wind stripped the Guardsman of his ability to hear anything out of the ordinary. He gauged that he traveled far enough West to be approximately due North of his group’s camp. Cefiz turned and looked to the churning ribbon of black and white below. The wind whipped and the moon shadows of the clouds raced across the treetops. Cefiz strained his eyes. There in the distance, on the floor of the plains below, he caught a glimpse of twinkling flame from the camp. A trio of large boulders lay a few yards from the cliff’s edge, the byproduct of some massive landslide ages ago.
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