The Dark Device of the Great Chasm, Chapter 11

Amates 20, 1277. Town of Banye, far too early in the morning. Nursing bruises and a cup of coffee.

    I bit off another piece of Awari root and grimaced. The taste of Awari didn’t improve the more I chewed on it. That spicy, fibrous texture also didn’t go well with coffee. It may help with the new bruises, but it didn’t take the knots out of my frustration.

    The night wound up swallowing Mikasi and his kidnappers whole before I took out after them on a horse. Not that I didn’t try to find them...