Anais and the Broken War (The Blood Mage Chronicles Book 5) by Wilson Jamie

Author:Wilson, Jamie [Wilson, Jamie]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2015-12-16T18:30:00+00:00

The sound of scratching woke us. It was still dark as pitch. Reaching for the lamp with my mind, I forced the wick to flicker to life. Once the passage was lit, I jumped to my feet. Fynn was already standing. We stared at each other with wide eyes. Neither of us said a word as we slowly backed away from the stone wall, hoping that whatever was scratching wouldn’t figure out how to open the secret door.

Fynn led the way down the passage, which got rockier as it gradually descended into the earth. The sides of the passage gleamed with uncut stones. There was a fortune in gems embedded in these walls. If I had time, I would have bought tools so I might try to chip them out. But, as it were, I could only dream about it. Soon we came to an intersection that branched off in four directions. Fynn selected a route, and we moved forwards. For what felt like hours, we walked. Dozens of twists and turns and forks confused the path. I hoped Fynn was making the right choices. If I had been alone, I would have gotten horribly lost down here. After a time, the light from the lamp touched trickles of water running down the rock face of the side of the passage.

“Water,” I tried to say, realizing my throat was parched.

I put my dry lips to the wet stone and drank until I was sated. Fynn joined me. He must have been just as thirsty.

“I’m sorry,” Fynn said after he had finished drinking. “We should have brought food and water with us. Cedric and Lady Mediera had packs of provisions. There just wasn’t time…”

“It’s not your fault. I’m just grateful we escaped.”

“There should be food once we reach the mining carts,” he promised.

I considered asking what he meant but felt too tired to force the words out.

We continued walking until the passage opened into a vast space. A mess of glowworms covered the ceiling. The long silk threads descending from their bodies shined a fluorescent blue, providing lines of illumination. In front of us were four mining carts lined up on tracks, which extended into the distances spanning a deep crevice. I looked down, not able to see a bottom. The fissure seemed to extend infinitely into boundless depths.

Fynn opened the door to one of the mining carts, which squeaked on rusty hinges. I looked at the rails more carefully. They appeared as if they might fold under the weight of the cart and drop us into the endless black pit.

“Please tell me we aren’t going to ride over that.”

“It’s the only way across,” Fynn said.

I gripped the edge of the cart and looked down over the cliff’s edge again. I groaned. “I don’t know if I can do it.”

“Sweetheart, you don’t have a choice. Turning back isn’t an option.”

While I followed him into the cart, it wobbled. Once it settled, I collapsed into the hard cold metal seat. After Fynn yanked the door closed, he sat on the metal seat opposing me.

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