10: His Holy Bones
“The high chambers of the Black Tower burst up through the white-tiled roof of the old Rathal’pesha infirmary. Labyrinthine walls from Umbhra’ibaye twisted through abandoned herb gardens and bisected watchtowers. Gnarled apple trees clung to the bare rock steps that rose up from the sea. Weasels and white seabirds nested in the crevices of the countless holy carvings.
John descended into a courtyard on a howling wind. He touched the ground and recognized the feel of the earth beneath him. De...spite the surrounding apple trees, these grounds had once been the bare practice fields of Rathal’pesha. A few feet ahead of him a statue of Parfir lay on its side, its outstretched arms broken off and its face blackened with curses and English obscenities.
The spidery white form of hungry bones skittered between the shadows of the trees. John shifted his grip on the yasi’halaun, preparing for an attack, but the hungry bones retreated back into a dark hollow between two sloping stone walls.MoreLess
John descended into a courtyard on a howling wind. He touched the ground and recognized the feel of the earth beneath him. De...spite the surrounding apple trees, these grounds had once been the bare practice fields of Rathal’pesha. A few feet ahead of him a statue of Parfir lay on its side, its outstretched arms broken off and its face blackened with curses and English obscenities.
The spidery white form of hungry bones skittered between the shadows of the trees. John shifted his grip on the yasi’halaun, preparing for an attack, but the hungry bones retreated back into a dark hollow between two sloping stone walls.MoreLess
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