The Dark Device of the Great Chasm, Chapter 12

Amates 20, 1277. Town of Banye, early evening. Working just inside Mikasi’s half-open forge in the back of his workshop. The best time for a stupid idea.

    Ki stood outside Mikasi’s forge, hands folded over his chest, his expression a thundercloud.

     “You call this a plan?” he grumbled while he watched me adjust the buckles for the tenth time.

     “No,” I told him. “I call this ‘making it up as I go along’. Besides, this is only part of the plan. You’re in the other part, remember?”

     I did...