The walls were covered in them, thick and twisted, pulsating even though there wasn’t a single breeze in the little space. And then she saw shapes, shadows climbing the pitted walls. Whispers floated around her, a symphony of indecipherable voices. Ren’s eyes scanned the space that was no bigger than a small bedroom. A red light flared to life, and then it began to flash once, twice, three times, like a strobe. She strained her memory hard-so hard she thought she might pop a blood vessel (if she still had any). Only fuzzy outlines of people, places, things. The air was thick, hot, and near suffocating as she reached back to the moments before she keeled over. That had to mean something.Ī small voice within her whispered, And what else? She was the queen of the Night Lords, a powerful shadow bruja. But she wasn’t worried about the pain-she was fixated on the fact that she had just been stabbed with an arrow and was…dead. Ren felt like she’d just been put through a wood chipper, twice. First because that’s where the dearly departed go, and second because of the wretched smell-mold and vomit and rot all blended in a concoction of GROSS. Ren had been to the underworld before, but never as a dead person.Īnd even though she was trapped in a blacker-than-black darkness, she guessed that’s where she had landed. Now if only she can find the nearest exit out of the underworld. ![]() And yet, despite her current condition, it seems as though Ren’s greatest trials are still to come. To be honest, we thought Ren’s story came to a definitive conclusion in The Lords of Night.
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