Bitter Water – Julia AugustThere was a butterfly. It was white. There was a crow, the kind the Tekel said never drank water. It eyed a lizard beadily, as if calculating which would be first to reach the next man to die. There were ants, a great many of them. Also beetles. The blood seemed to attra...
Bitter Water – Julia August
There was a butterfly. It was white. There was a crow, the kind the Tekel said never drank water. It eyed a lizard beadily, as if calculating which would be first to reach the next man to die. There were ants, a great many of them. Also beetles. The blood seemed to attract them.
Cursing, Arion kicked sand over the clotted mess. Master Kallon was badly wounded. Three of them had died in the ambush. There was no food. There were no roads. There was only sand, great burnished hills of it, curved crests slicing up into the iron sky…
