Tuesday, March 18, 2014

Page a Day: One Hundred Ninety

            “How long, then?” I asked. “How much time do we have?”
            “A few days, no more – and of course, some few breaths, when the moment comes. But do you know the strength of Kasora,” he asked, “now that its Arks are closed?”
            I nodded. “Its towers are not ordinary towers, but are like those once held by the floating citadels of Redmarak, destroyed by the Augers during the fall of the world. They unleash vast energies.”
            “Three million perished to bring those cities down.”
            I shook my head. “But we do not have even one tenth of that. How, then? How will we possibly do this?”
            He smiled wryly. “Well,” he said, “much depends upon our not being seen.”

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