“There was a rough path that led into it, worn over time by sheebok and the occasional daring child from the village. All the way down Kel felt horribly exposed, and when the sun was blocked out by the edge of the dip, that feeling only increased. As the hole, and escape, drew closer, the prospect of being discovered grew even more terrible. The entrance to the Throat was dark and forbidding, sitting in one wall of the dip and curtained with trailing plants spotted with sharp, bright red flo...wers. Several bird corpses were speared on these hard blooms, their fragile bones a stark white against the petals. A sheebok’s skeleton lay partially hidden beneath heathers in the bowl’s base, and the ground was soft and boggy. The sun rarely seemed to touch the place. Namior was standing back, looking at him uncertainly. “It’s the best way,” he said. “If they are looking for us up here and in Pavmouth Breaks, we can be down onto the beach and out to the island before they realize we’ve gone.”MoreLessRead More Read Less
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