“Frankly, though, this place gives me the creeps and I’d like to leave,” he added, and Yarrow felt a bit of bravado come back.
“And face certain death?” she asked.
He gestured with his sword to the still open door that led to darkness. “We could die here!”
“Yes, but it’s not certain.”
He made a noise of exasperation. “Fine. You first.”
I’d planned on it, she thought, but only nodded and drew her boot knife.
Slowly she stepped forward through the door, into the dark hallway beyond. A blue light passed over her face and body, making the small hairs on her skin stand up on end.Check out the other great SFFSat authors HERE!