The War Of The Moonstone: An Epic Fantasy - Plot & Excerpts
The roof of this chamber had collapsed long ago, and so the sun beat down on his bare shoulders and sweated beaded in the hairs of his chest. Between his jaws he clamped a pipe, and he smoked on it contentedly as Hanen, his second-in-command, gave his report. “The last fifty yards is giving them a time of it, sir,” Hanen said, “but they promise results soon.” “How is their supply of ropes?” “Oh, they have plenty, sir. The supplies we’ve been taking from the ‘stogs have proven more than adequate. Though—” He paused, looking sheepish. “The men say they hate to use the Borchstog gear. They say it’s tainted. Evil.” Giorn nodded, feeling the wind in his hair and his newly-grown beard. The sun was beginning to set behind the peaks to the west. He would miss it. “It is tainted. But it’s all we’ve got. Are the engineers sure the last fifty yards can be overcome?” “Yes, sir. They’ve had some rockslides further up, and now that they’re close to the water they’ve had some mudslides, as well.
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