Rune stepped over a limestone-laden stream of cold water running across the floor of the cavern. Above him, bat-like creatures twitched and squeaked. He pointed his flashlight at the ceiling thirty feet overhead and fluffed the back of Steve's hair, laughing. Steve hunched over, pulling the hood over his head and neck to prevent any guano from getting on his body.
"Think of each all those flying critters up there like raptors wanting to land ammoniated poo on your head. Don't you just love it?...
Published on February 25, 2010 08:01