Rasque, Tarasque: Chapter 9 (Free with Sign Up)
In which most people do not die, but Alexei begins to die a lot.
In which most people do not die, but Alexei begins to die a lot.
Perhaps she was not the world's greatest fighter or hunter, but she could bridge impossible distances. Fleta just needed a plan. She already knew the general direction of the Valcot camp from Terrel, but how would she find them?
"I couldn't save the High Skald, and I didn't bother to think about Shaw." Alexei put a hand on Fleta's. Behind them, ferns unfurled and vines coiled.
Alexei stood in the rain, mouth open, four hands cupped to collect rain. Bernia watched from a shelter of roots with broad leaves thrown over them. While she had expected the brute to tire of the rain after a few minutes and retreat to the shelter, he stood or sat
The camp broke with the dawn. Red-gold sunlight pierced the sea of leaves in shafts of swirling dust, and strangely loud and deep bird song pealed through the air. "I understand our group is small, but speed is of the essence, and we must split up."
Shaw yanked the fire screen down, red light spilling across the tree's upper reaches. From all around, dark, monstrous shapes weaved through the orange glow and the web of shadows cast by branches.
Craning, then elongating his neck, Alexei dipped his head below the leaves. The camp, almost invisible from the next tree over, was slightly easier to observe as a web of shadows lit by filtered starlight.
The jostling awoke Fleta several times, but her groggy mind sank back into sleep. She remained in a rolling, murmuring sleep until the crack of a branch jolted her into alertness. Fleta was still cradled in the arms of the creature from the gate. Its torso swayed, elongated from the
The beast’s footfalls shook the earth, and Fleta ran in the trembling gullies between enormous roots that stretched across the shadowy jungle floor. Braids of orange and red hair fell loose and streamed behind her, and her long navy tunic rippled like a sail in a storm. Trees loomed
No one knows who created the Gates, ancient arches that connect the realms. Many realms do not even know about the Gates, kept ignorant of the wonders and dangers of other worlds by scheming leaders. Each realm has its own rules, magic, or technologies that are poorly understood by outsiders.