Excerpt: The Fear Inside
Author: Ezra S. Freelove
Last Modified: 16 Jul 2004
Makai slipped into the room.
Rain dripped from the cloak draped over his shoulders. He waited in front of the doorway. His eyes adjusted to the gloom of the taproom. Sleeping bodies, some snoring, lay draped over tables or face-down on the bar or sprawled out on the floor. A sigh and two steps took him into the room. He cringed at the squeaks the floorboards made.
Quietly he crossed the room, each step carefully placed between the snoring people scattered on the floor. Nervously he scanned the room for his friend, but each form or face was wrong. He froze. At the bar the barkeep from the night before slept at his post, an open bottle of Jhardal whiskey in his hand.
Something felt wrong about the room. It stank of magic, foul magic. Selgra’s magic.