Monday, March 26, 2012

The Sleeping God 1 - Violette Malan

"I'll go," he said, tossing her his reins. Demons and perverts, he thought, not for the first time thankful that he didn't See what Dhulyn sometimes Saw. Children. He pulled his feet from the stirrups and, steadying himself with his hands on the pommel, hopped up on the saddle until he was balancing on Warhammer's back, wishing he was wearing something with more grip than his boots.

"Keep your eyes open." He didn't have to tell her to watch the crowd. She'd have noticed before he did that something was amiss.

Out of the corner of her eye Dhulyn Wolfshead watched Parno make the small jump that got his fingers hooked on the window sill above them. The muscles in his arms bulged as he drew himself up, swung one leg over the sill and was gone into the smoky darkness within the house."

3.5 out of 5