Judas was alone in the dark. Again. Evenor had shoulder charged him with great force. He had gone over the handrail and landed here, wedged between two big steel boxes that hummed and rattled. He was also covered in grease and some sort of metal powder, and had ripped a hole in his new Frahm City coat. He was already going to kill the little magician, but now he wanted to do it twice. He’d watched as Evenor had been blasted through the side of the ship, and he wanted to get up there and wring the little man’s neck. The blast from that b****y book wouldn’t kill him, but it could clearly stop him in his tracks, so he needed to think and act smart from now on. It was just him and Stranghold now, and by the diminishing sound of the engines, they were nearly at the end of their journey.
Judas
