“So there were fifty of them,” Deline murmured. They stood ready, weapons drawn, listening to the shouts and screams. “How many do you think we’ve taken out?”
“Over half,” he murmured back.” The shouting stopped; they fell silent.
Somewhere on the other side of the boulder there, a whole bunch of people were trying to kill them. It should have probably frightened Deline. They’d already blooded her here, for one. She found she was smiling. Carrone’s traps were nasty and amazing. The spell-work she’d been pulling out of nowhere was exhilarating. Continue reading