Chapter fourteen
Muruaa speaksStark naked, weaponless, and with a thump on the head that left me dizzy and half senseless, I struggled to open my eyes to find out where on Kregen I had been flung.
I could hear shrieking and screaming.
That was normal enough.
Also I could hear a strange hissing sizzling, as though a thousand giant vosk steaks fried upon Notor Kanli’s forge.
That was odd.
Someone crashed into me and knocked me flat.
The air was warm — very warm. Even as I scrabbled around with those damned bells of Beng-Kishi clamoring in my skull the heat increased with throat-drying speed. I managed to get an eye unglued and peered about on a scene of terror and panic. The rumblings of hell shook the ground. Sulfur stank.
An exquisite girl with long lithe legs ran toward me, scream
