Contents ( 50)
- CONTENTS
- PROLOGUE
- CHAPTER ONE
- CHAPTER TWO
- CHAPTER THREE
- CHAPTER FOUR
- CHAPTER FIVE
- CHAPTER SIX
- CHAPTER SEVEN
- CHAPTER EIGHT
- CHAPTER NINE
- CHAPTER TEN
- CHAPTER ELEVEN
- CHAPTER TWELVE
- CHAPTER THIRTEEN
- CHAPTER FOURTEEN
- CHAPTER FIFTEEN
- CHAPTER SIXTEEN
- CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
- CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
- CHAPTER NINETEEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY
- CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
- CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
- CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
- CHAPTER THIRTY
- CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
- CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
- CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
- CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
- CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
- CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
- CHAPTER FORTY
- CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
- CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
- CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
- CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
- EPILOGUE
- ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
- Also by Liz Flanagan:
- COPYRIGHT
He rounded a corner and halted, stunned.
He stood in a massive cavern reaching away in every direction, bigger than the great dining hall at the palace. He couldn’t even see the roof, but it must have a hole in it, high above him, because a shaft of light fell down, piercing the darkness. He could hear rushing water too. A stream ran through the cavern, bubbling into a pool on the far eastern side before surging away out of sight. Joe went over and dipped one finger into the water. He sniffed, then licked it. The water tasted clean, with its usual metallic tang and a slight taste of sulphur. He cupped his hand and drank a mouthful, so cold that it hurt his teeth.53
He took his time exploring the cave, finding it dry and roomy, dappled with light filtering down from far above. It was like a dragonhall underground, he realised with a painful wrench. He took a wavering breath in, accepting all he’d lost – and what he’d found. This secret place would be his alone. A home for a monster. A hidden kingdom beneath Arcosi. He could live here while he rebuilt his life. He could live down here for ever.
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CHAPTER EIGHT
Joe slept in the huge underground cavern for the rest of that day. When he woke, he was freezing cold and utterly alone, and both those things took his breath away. For a moment he couldn’t move. His clothes were wet. His knees and shins were covered in bruises, and now his burned fingertips were also bloodied and bashed, throbbing in a way that worried him.
He climbed awkwardly back through the tunnel and peered outside. Heavy rain blurred the beach into a grey smudge. Joe needed salt water to keep his wounds clean: Milla had taught him that years ago. Ignoring the stiffness in his legs, he threw himself outside, blinking hard, slipping down the steep hillside and onto the beach, heading for the sea. He took his shoes off, rolled up his trouser legs and shirt sleeves and walked right in, plunging his arms into the waves.
He gasped at the deeper cold and the sting of the salt 54water. Soon his burns were entirely numb – along with the rest of his arms and both feet. His teeth started chattering. His wet clothes clung to him and the rain plastered his hair in his eyes.
He was ravenously hungry. Maybe one day he’d be able to catch fish or snare a rabbit, but not today, not in this state. He had no choice: he’d have to go back into the city to find food.
He waited until it was dark. The storm seemed to have passed, or at least the rain had finally paused for breath. Joe retraced his steps over the western beach, past the warehouses and into the shadowy streets of Arcosi, looking for signs of life and the chance to steal some food. He followed the smell of woodsmoke and roasting meat until he came to a tall building that sounded full of people. If there was a party going on, they might not notice an uninvited guest.