Back The Stone Knife
Chapters (66)
  1. Cover
  2. THE STONE KNIFE
  3. Dedication
  4. Map
  5. THE SINGER
  6. XESSA
  7. LILLA
  8. TAYAN
  9. ENET
  10. THE SINGER
  11. XESSA
  12. TAYAN
  13. PILOS
  14. LILLA
  15. TAYAN
  16. ENET
  17. THE SINGER
  18. TAYAN
  19. XESSA
  20. PILOS
  21. TAYAN
  22. PILOS
  23. LILLA
  24. XESSA
  25. ILANDEH
  26. ENET
  27. THE SINGER
  28. TAYAN
  29. XESSA
  30. LILLA
  31. XESSA
  32. ILANDEH
  33. PILOS
  34. TAYAN
  35. ENET
  36. THE SINGER
  37. LILLA
  38. PILOS
  39. TAYAN
  40. LILLA
  41. ENET
  42. THE SINGER
  43. ILANDEH
  44. PILOS
  45. XESSA
  46. ENET
  47. THE SINGER
  48. PILOS
  49. LILLA
  50. XESSA
  51. ILANDEH
  52. TAYAN
  53. ENET
  54. THE SINGER
  55. XESSA
  56. PILOS
  57. XESSA
  58. PILOS
  59. ILANDEH
  60. PILOS
  61. TAYAN
  62. XESSA
  63. EPILOGUE
  64. ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
  65. By Anna Stephens
  66. About the Publisher

Toxte’s hand stilled on the Drowned’s leg and then he gave a sudden sharp wrench. The Drowned threw back its head and whatever sound it made wasn’t song; Ekka and Ossa both cringed and Toxte’s hands flew to his ears, pressing against the sides of his skull as the Drowned thrashed – but the leg moved and bent again, the bones set back in place.

Xessa stepped past Toxte and prepared to strike even as he was jerked backwards by the rope harness, but his hands closed on the spear she held, jerking it from her hands. She spun to face him and could see his expression now, twisted with yearning and a terrible, blank need, a desperate urge to give himself into the arms of death. Xessa slapped him as hard as she could, the sting vicious in her palm, and shoved him hard in the chest to get him moving towards the exit. She ripped the spear back out of his hands as Toxte slid backwards in the water, on his knees, clinging on to the walls to slow himself. As she had at the river, Xessa gave both dogs the guard order and now Ekka responded; they sprang at him, barking and snapping until he flailed onto his feet out of their reach and was immediately pulled over onto his arse by the rope.

Pain creased his face as his tailbone struck stone and then he was gone, hauled out of the source. Xessa turned back to the Drowned and it was just climbing to its feet – or foot, anyway. The other leg was still twisted. It must have been in agony. Xessa didn’t give it time to stand; she brought the spear around and swept its foot from under it. The Drowned crashed into the pool, the impact shivering through Xessa’s feet and a great splash hitting her and the wall. Its throat sac deflated and its song ended, and the weird, oily vibrations that had been echoing through the womb and her bones began to fade.

Meaning Toxte would be free of its song and able to reach his feet and run.

Xessa watched it lying in the water. Tayan has such ideas and, Malel bless him, he wrote them all down for me. But I think I’ve already learnt enough for one night.