Chapter thirteenFor too long a moment I just stood there. The vision of that reekingly evil character persisted. Two shadows, one red, the other green, drifted across the clearing before me, each suffused by a wash of color from the other sun. The Suns were sinking now and the rays slanted into the forest. I looked up.
Instantly I was running like a maniac — running into the nearest of the trees.
I’d expected to see Shankjid up there, sailing to my rescue.
The hull of the flier up there was midnight black.
So that’s why that bastard Carazaar held me still!
If I could make the treeline I stood a chance of shaking off pursuit. Any fancy notion of standing stock still so I wouldn’t be noticed was like hoping a hunk of red meat wouldn’t be noticed by a hungry leem. Any idea of slipping ov
