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fact that it was only a fraction of the size of a normal crossbow. Ravenel had even used this same crossbow to slay a frost bear with a single bolt to the head.
“He rigged the mini crossbow to a harness that enabled him to hang it over the back of his left shoulder for easy access, and a bandolier of bolts, filled with various poisons and toxins, crossed over his chest to ensure easy loading of the deadly weapon.”
Leatherback sighed woefully. “Poisons will not work on the shade. We know that from the book Cyrus gave you before.”
Kyra nodded. “Yes, but this tale has a secret that Masters of Shadow did not tell us.”
Leatherback purred and a slight grin pulled at the corner of his mouth. “Then read on, and tell me.”
Kyra smiled and continued where she had left off. “Then, once the mini crossbow was secure, he reached for the trusty hand-axe that hung from his belt. The blade gleamed as he turned its silvery steel to the side and applied sticky oil to the blade. It was a toxin from the rubosia tenedera flower, a powerful paralyzing agent that he had used on large beasts of prey in the past. Once the oil was in place, Ravenel turned the axe over in his hand and inspected its workmanship. His lips curled upwards in a smile as he read the dwarven runes inscribed along the steel neck.”
“Dwarves!” Leatherback said excitedly. Ever since they had finished reading Ascension , one of the five books in the Chronicles of the Dragons of Kendualdern , Leatherback was always excited when he heard about dwarves.
“Shush, or I’ll never finish the story on time,” Kyra reprimanded.
“Sorry,” Leatherback grunted.
Kyra hid her grin behind the book as she peeked over the top just enough to see the frustration on Leatherback’s face. She had never had a little brother, but she had often imagined that a small brother would act much like Leatherback. A squirmy, impatient soul trapped in a body he could not yet fully control, who never knew when to sit and be still. The only problem was, this particular body was the size of a small house, and tipped with claws and fangs, and that was to say nothing of his ability to fly or breathe fire.
“Continue story,” Leatherback grumbled.
Kyra’s cheeks reddened and she ducked back behind the pages to make sure Leatherback wouldn’t catch her grinning at him, then she continued. “As if sensing the impending battle, a howl came from deep within the cave, reminding Ravenel that he had not the luxury of time. He quickly hung his hand-axe back on his belt. Rotating the strap of a satchel slung over his right should that held several daggers and other useful items, he pulled the satchel to rest in his lap and removed two vials of flammable oil. He was quick to put a small strip of cloth in each glass vial and then tuck them gingerly into his belt for future use. Ravenel then checked his tinder kit to ensure his striker was easily accessible. He tucked it into his pocket and then he grabbed his bow and stalked off into the cave.
“Each step inside the cave came slow and deliberate as Ravenel searched the darkness before him, refusing to be caught unawares by the likes of a garunda beast. He smelled the foul, musty stench of mold and blood, a most pungent odor that almost had him gagging. He pushed on, pausing whenever he heard an echoing growl from deeper in the cave.
“Deftly he avoided the piles of bones randomly discarded in different areas of the cave. As he went deeper, he discovered signs of human victims as well. He found a dismembered leg here, a bloody, dented helmet there, and the odd shield or discarded sword. Judging by the remains, he guessed there must have been at least fifty to try their luck against the garunda.
“Minutes later the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and a shiver formed goose bumps over his arms. Something moved nearby. There were heavy footfalls on the stone floor nearby, a black form slinked by him, and he spotted red eyes
“He rigged the mini crossbow to a harness that enabled him to hang it over the back of his left shoulder for easy access, and a bandolier of bolts, filled with various poisons and toxins, crossed over his chest to ensure easy loading of the deadly weapon.”
Leatherback sighed woefully. “Poisons will not work on the shade. We know that from the book Cyrus gave you before.”
Kyra nodded. “Yes, but this tale has a secret that Masters of Shadow did not tell us.”
Leatherback purred and a slight grin pulled at the corner of his mouth. “Then read on, and tell me.”
Kyra smiled and continued where she had left off. “Then, once the mini crossbow was secure, he reached for the trusty hand-axe that hung from his belt. The blade gleamed as he turned its silvery steel to the side and applied sticky oil to the blade. It was a toxin from the rubosia tenedera flower, a powerful paralyzing agent that he had used on large beasts of prey in the past. Once the oil was in place, Ravenel turned the axe over in his hand and inspected its workmanship. His lips curled upwards in a smile as he read the dwarven runes inscribed along the steel neck.”
“Dwarves!” Leatherback said excitedly. Ever since they had finished reading Ascension , one of the five books in the Chronicles of the Dragons of Kendualdern , Leatherback was always excited when he heard about dwarves.
“Shush, or I’ll never finish the story on time,” Kyra reprimanded.
“Sorry,” Leatherback grunted.
Kyra hid her grin behind the book as she peeked over the top just enough to see the frustration on Leatherback’s face. She had never had a little brother, but she had often imagined that a small brother would act much like Leatherback. A squirmy, impatient soul trapped in a body he could not yet fully control, who never knew when to sit and be still. The only problem was, this particular body was the size of a small house, and tipped with claws and fangs, and that was to say nothing of his ability to fly or breathe fire.
“Continue story,” Leatherback grumbled.
Kyra’s cheeks reddened and she ducked back behind the pages to make sure Leatherback wouldn’t catch her grinning at him, then she continued. “As if sensing the impending battle, a howl came from deep within the cave, reminding Ravenel that he had not the luxury of time. He quickly hung his hand-axe back on his belt. Rotating the strap of a satchel slung over his right should that held several daggers and other useful items, he pulled the satchel to rest in his lap and removed two vials of flammable oil. He was quick to put a small strip of cloth in each glass vial and then tuck them gingerly into his belt for future use. Ravenel then checked his tinder kit to ensure his striker was easily accessible. He tucked it into his pocket and then he grabbed his bow and stalked off into the cave.
“Each step inside the cave came slow and deliberate as Ravenel searched the darkness before him, refusing to be caught unawares by the likes of a garunda beast. He smelled the foul, musty stench of mold and blood, a most pungent odor that almost had him gagging. He pushed on, pausing whenever he heard an echoing growl from deeper in the cave.
“Deftly he avoided the piles of bones randomly discarded in different areas of the cave. As he went deeper, he discovered signs of human victims as well. He found a dismembered leg here, a bloody, dented helmet there, and the odd shield or discarded sword. Judging by the remains, he guessed there must have been at least fifty to try their luck against the garunda.
“Minutes later the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end and a shiver formed goose bumps over his arms. Something moved nearby. There were heavy footfalls on the stone floor nearby, a black form slinked by him, and he spotted red eyes
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