At seventeen, Random Knight thought living in a prison compound attacked by flying sea serpents was terrifying, but when she and her fellow raiders confront the Thayne warriors, she must be prepared to fight an unexpected adversary – the embodiment of all that’s evil.
I'm facing death and just seventeen. Hell's teeth, I so know how to get myself into trouble. AThayne warrior stares me down, his jaw rigid with hate. A dazzling flash of light from the overhead beam bounces off the knife in his leather gloved hand. Bile rises in my throat as I imagine what it'll feel like as he pushes the knife into my body – to lose my life as blood pours out of the tear in my flesh. Where will that shiny, razor sharp blade go?
In my heart?
Across my throat?
He's big – six and half feet at least, each flexing muscle accentuated by the sweat glistening on his huge body. His armor is so highly polished the reflection is blinding. This guy means business. In this crystal clear moment his business is killing.
As I wait for him to attack, an overpowering, acrid smell falls from the sky. Sulphur!
The Nicor have left their nest. Could this get any worse? Slashed to pieces by a Thayne or torn to shreds by a Nicor. This has all gone so wrong.
The Nicor swoops about overhead, pissing acid over everything below. When the acid hits the ground bubbling and fizzing, a sticky yellow gloop spreads across the dirt. It stinks like nothing else on earth. This is how they get us. If that stuff hits you, you're in deep ca-ca. Last month a guy from our prison shelter was hit by an acid bomb and his body turned to soup. He didn't scream – he didn't have time.