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wince I felt. “The rock didn’t live this long without knowing the value of silence. Not to mention, the less between me and my targets, the better.”
I knew I wasn’t going to be setting off any kind of magical alarm inside this cave or out; and even though Tam trusted this Count Masloc guy, I didn’t want him knowing that. Tam didn’t speak up, so I took that to mean he agreed with me.
The spy orb suddenly flashed with a white light, and I couldn’t get my eyes closed fast enough. In addition to spots, I now saw three of everything. Great.
“Shit!” Mychael spat.
“Out!” Jash Masloc yelled to his people, not bothering with quiet. “Go, go,
go
!”
Mychael grabbed the pendant’s chain with his gloved hand and snapped it from around the corpse’s neck, careful not to touch the pendant. He dropped it on the cave floor and slammed the heel of his boot down on the crystal, leaving nothing but dust.
Welcome to Regor.
Chapter 5
I hated tunnels. Always had, always would. At least I would if
we got out of this one alive.
We were getting into Regor the same way Nath and his Resistance buddies had gotten out. We’d go under the city walls. Unfortunately, under meant underground.
I’d noticed that since the Saghred had latched onto me like a love-starved leech, I’d spent entirely too much time underground. Smuggling tunnels, sewage tunnels, dungeons, catacombs, and even your run-of-the-mill spooky basement, which had turned out to be demon infested. Thanks to the Saghred, I’d taken the scenic tour of them all. Though also thanks to the Saghred, I’d managed to survive all of the above. Maybe spending so much time underground because of the Saghred was some kind of twisted preparation for what was shaping up to be the mother of all subterranean excursions.
I swore to myself that if I got out of this alive, anywhere the sun didn’t shine, I didn’t go. No exceptions.
The only sky we’d seen was in the short dash from the cave with Carnades’s mirror to the cave we were now in. It had been a beautiful sunny day. Though the goblins around me had seen the bright blue sky as neither beautiful nor comforting—at least not comfortable. Goblins liked the dark. A lot. I guess somebody had to.
Caves were basically hollowed-out rock. In my opinion, a tunnel of hollowed-out dirt was just a grave waiting to collapse. It wasn’t a matter of if it would happen; it was when. The second time a troop of mounted horsemen thundered by overhead and clots of dirt fell from what passed for a ceiling, I thought that moment had arrived. While being squashed under tons of dirt would take care of all of our problems; it wasn’t the solution I was still hoping for.
Us alive. Sarad Nukpana dead. The Saghred reduced to dust, like the dirt presently covering my hair.
“Are we there yet?” Talon asked.
I muffled a snort.
“When we’re there, we’ll stop walking,” Nath told him.
If someone had given Nath and Talon a more-than-passing glance, they would have thought the two goblins were brothers. I estimated that Nath was about ten years older than Talon, which made me seriously question the wisdom of putting Nath in charge of a retrieval mission. Maybe that was why Jash Masloc was his shadow. The goblin mage gave the impression of steady calm, and that Tam respected him said even more. I knew for a fact it didn’t take much to send Talon flying off the handle. I hoped Nath had more of a grip on his impulses than his nephew did.
I had to hand it to everyone—for a crowd of people, they moved almost without a sound. Other than his one question, even Talon was keeping his mouth shut. The kid was probably scared to death. He’d never been to Regor, and he certainly had never been surrounded by this many pure-blooded goblins. And if traveling with heavily armed goblin Resistance fighters bothered Piaras, you’d never know it.
The Guardian cadet uniforms and armor were helping both of them. There weren’t any
I knew I wasn’t going to be setting off any kind of magical alarm inside this cave or out; and even though Tam trusted this Count Masloc guy, I didn’t want him knowing that. Tam didn’t speak up, so I took that to mean he agreed with me.
The spy orb suddenly flashed with a white light, and I couldn’t get my eyes closed fast enough. In addition to spots, I now saw three of everything. Great.
“Shit!” Mychael spat.
“Out!” Jash Masloc yelled to his people, not bothering with quiet. “Go, go,
go
!”
Mychael grabbed the pendant’s chain with his gloved hand and snapped it from around the corpse’s neck, careful not to touch the pendant. He dropped it on the cave floor and slammed the heel of his boot down on the crystal, leaving nothing but dust.
Welcome to Regor.
Chapter 5
I hated tunnels. Always had, always would. At least I would if
we got out of this one alive.
We were getting into Regor the same way Nath and his Resistance buddies had gotten out. We’d go under the city walls. Unfortunately, under meant underground.
I’d noticed that since the Saghred had latched onto me like a love-starved leech, I’d spent entirely too much time underground. Smuggling tunnels, sewage tunnels, dungeons, catacombs, and even your run-of-the-mill spooky basement, which had turned out to be demon infested. Thanks to the Saghred, I’d taken the scenic tour of them all. Though also thanks to the Saghred, I’d managed to survive all of the above. Maybe spending so much time underground because of the Saghred was some kind of twisted preparation for what was shaping up to be the mother of all subterranean excursions.
I swore to myself that if I got out of this alive, anywhere the sun didn’t shine, I didn’t go. No exceptions.
The only sky we’d seen was in the short dash from the cave with Carnades’s mirror to the cave we were now in. It had been a beautiful sunny day. Though the goblins around me had seen the bright blue sky as neither beautiful nor comforting—at least not comfortable. Goblins liked the dark. A lot. I guess somebody had to.
Caves were basically hollowed-out rock. In my opinion, a tunnel of hollowed-out dirt was just a grave waiting to collapse. It wasn’t a matter of if it would happen; it was when. The second time a troop of mounted horsemen thundered by overhead and clots of dirt fell from what passed for a ceiling, I thought that moment had arrived. While being squashed under tons of dirt would take care of all of our problems; it wasn’t the solution I was still hoping for.
Us alive. Sarad Nukpana dead. The Saghred reduced to dust, like the dirt presently covering my hair.
“Are we there yet?” Talon asked.
I muffled a snort.
“When we’re there, we’ll stop walking,” Nath told him.
If someone had given Nath and Talon a more-than-passing glance, they would have thought the two goblins were brothers. I estimated that Nath was about ten years older than Talon, which made me seriously question the wisdom of putting Nath in charge of a retrieval mission. Maybe that was why Jash Masloc was his shadow. The goblin mage gave the impression of steady calm, and that Tam respected him said even more. I knew for a fact it didn’t take much to send Talon flying off the handle. I hoped Nath had more of a grip on his impulses than his nephew did.
I had to hand it to everyone—for a crowd of people, they moved almost without a sound. Other than his one question, even Talon was keeping his mouth shut. The kid was probably scared to death. He’d never been to Regor, and he certainly had never been surrounded by this many pure-blooded goblins. And if traveling with heavily armed goblin Resistance fighters bothered Piaras, you’d never know it.
The Guardian cadet uniforms and armor were helping both of them. There weren’t any
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