A Thief In Farshore (Farshore Chronicles Book 1) by Justin Fike

Author:Justin Fike [Fike, Justin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Fallbrandt Press
Published: 2020-08-11T22:00:00+00:00

7

At first I hadn’t really felt the cuts and burns I’d taken in that final blast, but damn if they weren’t screaming at me by the time I’d reached the bottom of the ramp. The medicus who tended me said I’d been lucky. If the force of the explosion hadn’t thrown me backwards before the steam had time to really do its work I would have been in far worse shape, but it was hard to feel grateful as he slathered stinging salve on my skin and wrapped a set of bandages around the burns. I tried to fight the blackness that pressed in on me. An alleycat’s worst nightmare is to be laid out sleeping and helpless while a pack of men you don’t know loom over you, but soon the pain grew so bad that it sent me spiraling down into unconsciousness.

I’m not sure how long I was out, but when I jolted awake from the nightmare I’d been having I found myself laying on the cot in my cell. I was tired, sore, angry, and really damned sick of the arena. My last thought as I’d walked off the arena sands had been getting the hells out while my limbs were still attached to my body. It seemed like my brain hadn’t stopped thinking about it even as I lay there snoring, because by the time I woke up it already had a plan ready and waiting for me. I turned the details over in my mind as I lay still to keep from aggravating my wounds, then nodded once in the darkness.

My new escape plan had a better chance of working out than some of the half-baked schemes I’d run with in the past, but even if the odds had been slimmer than Drangian silk I would have given it a shot anyway. Gasping out my last breath with a guardsman’s arrow in my back wasn’t all that different than watching my guts spill onto the sand in the end, but at least this way the choice would be mine again. With the decision made I let out a long breath and closed my eyes. All I needed now was time, rest, and a few pieces of stolen silverware.

I gave myself a week to heal while I gathered what I needed. I made a mental note that if I ever had to go and get myself injured again, the arena pits was probably the best place to do it. I’d been hurt bad before, and finding a quiet hole to lick your wounds and heal was never easy when you still had to find food and keep a wary eye out for anyone looking to take you for a free ride at the same time. Trebonious had tried his best to kill me twice, but I had to admit that he did a damned fine job of patching me up afterward. He sent a medicus to check my burns for signs of rot and change out the bandage and salve each day.

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