Midnight Over Sanctaphrax (The Edge Chronicles)
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from Cowlquape, selected the largest and pushed it into the keyhole. The key scraped in the lock like an angry rat-bird. Inside, the voices fell still. ‘Pfwooahl’ Cowlquape gasped as Twig pushed the door open and a blast of foul air struck him full in the face. ‘Hide your revulsion,’ Twig whispered back at him. ‘It is not the prisoners’ fault that their conditions are so disgusting.’ He stepped inside. ‘It is the greed that led to their imprisonment that is to blame for this foul place.’ A
are all but puppets, waiting for our strings to be tweaked. Our lives are nothing more than the workings of the unseen hand that holds those strings.”‘ Twig smiled. ‘And you think someone or something tweaked our strings, do you?’ ‘I'm just telling you what I read,’ said Cowlquape. ‘I know,’ said Twig. ‘And perhaps you and your Kobold the Wise are right. After all, here we are - we've found the fourth member of my crew. It's more than I'd ever thought possible. If this is the work of an unseen
desperately. ‘You can't sell me as a slave. Do you not realize who I am … ?’ His voice was drowned out by the sound of scornful laughter as the shrykes dragged him away. Twig shakily approached the dying waterwaif. He crouched down. ‘I'm so sorry,’ he said tearfully. ‘Ending up a slave would have been better than … than this.’ The waterwaif's ears fluttered weakly. ‘No,’ he whispered. ‘Nothing is worse than that,’ he said. ‘You saved my life, and I am happy I was able to save yours …’ His eyes
look forwards.’ He turned to Spooler. ‘Time's running short,’ he said. ‘This Wig-Wig Arena,’ he said. ‘Can you take us there?’ The oakelf nodded and looked round about him slowly, thoughtfully. ‘By reading the signs in the market crowds, I can,’ he said. ‘Look over there at those merchants. See the greed in their faces? Follow them and they'll lead us back to the Grand Central Auction. Whereas over there, those gnokgoblins. See the way they stop, look around, then go on a few steps? They're
could let me down for a moment.’ The barrow-driver lowered the shafts of the barrow and Cowlquape jumped out. He ran across to the fountain. ‘What is it?’ he said. ‘What's happening?’ ‘Sshhh, Your Most Highness!’ said a gnokgoblin insistently. ‘Listen.’ Cowlquape cocked his head to one side. From the depths of the fountain echoed a loud gurgling sound. ‘What… ?’ he began. Then, all at once, as the first rays of the dawn sun fell across the square, there was an ear-splitting roar, and a