Understand the Unknown (Everworld #10)
Language: English
Pages: 179
ISBN: 0590879863
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
This powerful fantasy series moves closer to its dramatic conclusion. David, Christopher, April and Jalil have escaped Merlin once, but they must help Senna evade capture once and for all. Now they must encounter the intervention of the gods - the question is, in whose favour will the gods work - theirs, or Merlin's.?
Then, assess the situation, make a plan. Stay alive. I breathed. First time in a while. But I didn't relax. I could feel that trident emerging from the wall of water, whistling through the air, piercing me through, severing my spine, nailing me to the... Okay, keep it together, David, just walk out of the damned place with your head up and you can have a breakdown later. We followed the two mermen from the arena and I noticed the sailor, the one who hadn't been rounded up with the others, one
all more clearly now, vividly, not through a piece of film that rendered everything slightly hazy, softened at the edges, colors dimmed. Gravity. I felt the heaviness of my body, solid thigh muscles, feet firmly planted on the ground, skin dry and chapped from elements other than water, from cold air and biting wind and rough rock. This was better. I put my hand on the hilt of my sword. Could actually feel the metal, the rotted leather. Touch had returned, the full spectrum of touch and
large, central, swooping staircase, built of some dark, gleaming wood, down a narrow hall floored with marble tile and lined with prints or paintings framed in gold, to the back of the first floor of the house, to the kitchen. It was something out of those home decorating magazines my mother was always leaving open around the house. "Let me make you some tea," the woman said as I stood just inside the door, awkward, silent. She motioned toward the table and I walked over, sat in one of the
and legs slapped to my side then torn away, flung wide, somehow I knew this but could not really feel my body, arms, legs. Could not see — were my eyes open or shut? Could not hear — was I imagining the roar of water, hallucinating the scream of wind? Could not breathe, could not think, could not live... All over. All over. I sucked in water, but it didn't matter, nothing mattered because it was over. And I breathed. Gagged, wretched, but breathed and did not die. Choked but breathed again
the bubble, through the wall of water and torn apart, ingested to the roaring, waterlogged approval of the crowd. I ran, sword drawn. Too slow. The shark was doing a sort of victory lap, dragging what was now a corpse Blood and water ran down the body, trailing red in the dirt. Another marauding shark, and another sailor crunched like a cookie before I could lunge, thrust. I was a fool, running, racing, stabbing at animals who were far faster than I and outnumbered me six to one. Hard