Along the Razor's Edge (The War Eternal Book 1) by Rob J. Hayes

Author:Rob J. Hayes [Hayes, Rob J.]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub, azw3
Publisher: Rob J. Hayes
Published: 2020-03-29T22:00:00+00:00

I was always cold with Ssserakis inside of me. It was a chill that went deeper than the skin, down to my bones. Perhaps even further than that. It was a coldness that infected my very soul. I could be standing beside a fire, so close the flames could reach out and lick at me, but still I would shiver.

The nightmares were also a gift from the horror. I dreamed of things that had me waking up in cold sweats, or sometimes I screamed myself awake. Those close to me never learned the whole truth of what had happened to me down in Deko's palace, or the deal I had struck with Ssserakis. They only knew what they had to. I showed no fear while I was awake, but the things that horror showed me in my dreams were the very essence of terror. I learned about the Other World in those dreams. Maybe too much.

I stopped digging. I stopped going with my team to our tunnel. Prig no longer had any power over me, not while Deko's protection was in place, and I had secured that protection. He called upon my knowledge two more times, but Deko no longer sent me to deal with the monsters alone. I identified the creatures and told Horralain and his thugs how best to kill or capture them. The rest was up to the giant.

I didn't forget the day Horralain strangled me, almost killed me. I've never forgotten it. But I learned to live with the anger of it. I learned to respect his strength and skill. No amount of respect could stop me from hating him, though. I've always been one to nurse my hatred, feed it on the fires of past wrongs and forgotten slights. While others might let a thing go, I hold on tight. My grudges are mine, they are a part of me, and I don't let anything that is mine go without a fight.

Each day I would wake next to Hardt and be gone from the cavern before Prig arrived to corral his team. I hated that he might think I was scared of him, but the old saying out of sight, out of mind holds some truth. Prig was less likely to take his anger over me out on the others if I didn't shove my protection in his face. So, I chose to avoid him for the sake of my friends.

I spent my days watching the tunnel as Tamura widened the crack that I hoped would lead us to our freedom. Crazy, the old man surely was, but he's never been one to shy away from work. Sometimes I think he understands others perfectly, but words get jumbled between his brain and mouth. Maybe not. Maybe he thinks in the same codes and similes that he speaks in.

A few weeks after Prig cracked my rib, I thought myself strong enough to wield the pick without doubling over in pain. Unfortunately, by that time the widening crack was too high up for me to reach.

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