EXCERPT: Reaching down again, Genya found something cold and crusted, an iron object that seemed solid and almost flat. It wouldn’t yield when she tried to shake it. Solid footing... Her heart pounded as she mounted with a deliberation that made her muscles ache. Her fingers found purchase in the chipped mortar and stone, and she brought her eye to the chink and peered through. For an instant the lamplight was blinding, but almost before her eye had adjusted, her mind began to accept the testimony her ear had presented. Trembling like a winter-born foal, she heard little of what they were saying, so bewildered, so frightened was she by the figures she saw gathered. The man, the woman, Mord — The woman — the man — what was their connection? Why did they conspire with the evil sorcerer? Then she began to make sense of it, to realize what the connection must be. And their identities, in the context of what was being said, so horrified her that she lost her concentration momentarily. One hand slipped its purchase, and in her anxiety to maintain her hold she grabbed at a section of mildew-rotted mortar that crumbled at her touch and spilled onto the floor. Beneath her feet: the scrambling of furry bodies. And in the adjacent chamber, all three heads turned to regard the wall. (---from THE SOUL WITHIN THE STEEL, Book Two of "The Deathwind Trilogy")
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